No news is good news. And makes for pretty lean blog entries. Sorry. My sister and her family got a new van. A 91 dodge caravan. new to them, anyway! Its in pretty good shape actually. And this is the kicker, I have acummulated so much stuff, I was actually able to tell my brother in law that I might have something in the back when he said it needs a back seat! and sure enough, I did! Now heres where things get a little out of hand. When someone says "I need a pair of gloves" and you give them one from home, thats normal. When someone says, "hey, I need a back seat for my 91 dodge van" and you give them one from home, thats when a mental inventory is needed more than a physical one is. Unless your a junk dealer, then, right back to perfectly normal. If your just a guy, like me, too much crap. Next time someone offers me a vehicle seat, I will just respectfully decline. No thank you. I'm good. I already have some. But yet, I watch "antique roadshow" sometimes and see these people going nuts because this crappy table they were given is worth 25 to 30,000 bucks just because it was the first one made by an early colonial one eyed drunk who used to shoe Benjamin Franklins horse. I have a friend who is a junk dealer. collector. Purveyor of gently used items. Whatever you want to call him, if your looking for it, he has probably got it. So he is providing a pretty good service, and I just plain need to do some housecleaning. I think I see a plan forming here.  ¶ 5:14 PM