blizzardboy wrote: Just as an aside, from the age of 14 'til 18 I used to regularly be told that I looked like MJFox.
It's hard to see the resemblance when you are hanging up there like that--did you say from a wire?
Just as an aside to the aside, a bit over 3 years ago I was part of a TV show that involved a search for my Dad's car-crash site from the early 70's. Following airing of the show a former work colleague of my Dad sent a letter to the TV station in an attempt to make contact with me, and to offer me a record player that my parents gave to this person nearly 40 years ago. Well the letter was misplaced by the station until being found last week and I only recieved it yesterday, over 3 years late. I rang the person straight away (fortunately due to Oz's sophisticated time zone system COB had not yet been reached in their part of the world) and, after some cordial discourse, I declared that I would love to take possession of the record player. But, much to my amazement, this person told me that they figured that I didn't want the player because I hadn't contacted them for over 3 years so they had thrown the player out...just the day before I rang (yes, that's right, after 40 years of happy residence in the cabinet the doomsday for the player was the day before I sought to take ownership!) So the telecon was terminated in good time and this person was on the hooter to the dump, SWAT team, etc, to try and re-secure the player before it was turned into matchsticks (my SDB was slightly worse that night as I waited for the outcome - please see my DLs for the facts. ) After Windoze booted this morning at work I was relieved to read an email from this person declaring that the record player is now safe and sound and in good health. Hence soon I will become the proud owner of the only possession still in existence that once belonged to my parents - fortunately rescued from the tracks of a D9. Now isn't that a feel good story? Cheers,
That's a great story! Do you have any records to go with it?
I wouldn't wish anyone to be thrown in the PLMD paddock, but if you are, IIWY, I would push the issue of treatment with the doc. From inside the paddock, I can say that untreated PLMD is miserable!