Dad and I were in the kitchen and he started telling me this very personal story about one of his co workers. I said, "Geez Dad! Why do you know that?" He smacked me of the arm and said, "You know. You got "the problem" too!" I laughed and laughed. He was right. I inherited the problem from him. I know all about complete stranger's gall bladders and one night stands etc. I always felt special to him. He had a way with people. In old letters he called me his December Girl. xo Laurie