Ray: Here's a picture of my Dad playing one of his handmade violins. That's my nephew Jesse pretending to accompany him on second fiddle.

This is not my "second childhood". I'm not finished with the first one yet.

Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.

"I'd like to die peacefully in my sleep like my grandfather....not screaming in terror like the passengers on his bus." - Jack Handy