You know as I rush head long in to my dotage there are things that I could never get my head around. Like take my balls for instance, what in the world did the good lord think when he put them on the out side of my body and then slipping them in to a flimsy little skin bag and then slinging the between my legs, make any sense to you? Now take my body at 64 it is begging to fall apart, ok so you say you just have to grow old gracefully how the hell can you when head still thinks I am 21. ukkeith