Love the trek to the pub, all that matter hanging by a tight net set of fingers, a wondersome sight as a young girl hold on to the sacred, thinking...wandering what would it mean to be without. Nice tale, better lesson...and certainly a gem of an insight. Let the panties fly and the nickers as well, the day awaits, freedom to let all that matters be with the wind. Thank you for your wisdom. And courage. And a life....its narrative experienced, insightfully. Eric