THANK YOU ALL above for careful, individual responses, various.
Most helpfu!! Thanks! I tend to double-word or mis-spell and never see the FF undsercore, it is so faint.
I'm also colorblind to red and green.
I laso love symapthy

(the dyslexic error is on porpoise).
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Tanks, Shermans! Get broadband or get a tommy gun!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=47wXsjbCH1EI should relate my
Al Capone story. Miami Beach mansion. 1947. Capone, free, because he was dieing
from
tertiary syphilis The story is, true, original, first hand; heard direct from the man who cared for Capone in the gangster's last days. He was only 48.
"How ya' doin' kid?", Capone (sometimes clear, sometimes senile) kidded
after his male nurse made a fake tommy gun attack on the wobbly, syphilitic Capone,
who "fired" right back.
They were best of pals; Capone's favorite of three, rotation-shift male nurses. Always the same greets:
"ratta-tat-tat-
tat!" After the male nurses' first defeat, in honor, and with simple love for his client, this reply: "
You got me, boss!".
Capone beamed. He always "got" my acquaintance at shift change, as he, the nurse, first rounded the corner into the bedroom.
"Ratta-tat-tat-tat!!"You got me, boss!", and a feigned collapse to the floor.
(from a ninety five year old man, 13 years ago.)