Pokeydots, I am a minister's son and husband. (I got it right this time.) So in my case, I didn't go to catholic schools. However I had teachers like the one you described. I also had a principal who had lost his hand and part of an arm due to a hunting accident. He scared us to death. Then he had the biggest paddle with holes in it so it would hurt more. Oh, one teacher had a husband who was a patient in the state hospital where my Dad was the chaplain. This lady gave a Baptist Hell and Damnation sermon every class day.. She just about drove me out of school. I think I'll put her into Marlin's World. By the way, here is the last rendition of Jimmy for the day. I may be giving Jimmy a darker skin texture (tanned ex-surfer image). I just need to check with a special friend first. Ron