OT memory - not related to anything I first saw Harvey on the stage. After the show (which was truly wonderful), I walked out and there was a six foot white rabbit leaning against a lamp post. I nearly fainted. No one else in the exiting crowd seemed to notice but my mother laughed mightily. Later, she was able to buy the portrait of the white rabbit used in the play from the son of the actor who played the main character. And I still have it. I have dabbled in fiction too, and that is, in fact, the reason I started working with Poser. I thought (stupidly) it would help break an ongoing writer's block I have. It didn't but when I write, I hear the characters' voices and see them quite clearly, and I will speak about them as if they are real because (while I'm writing), they are. At least as real as Harvey was to me that night long ago.