I refuse to feel old regardless of the fact that I started working on computers when just a wee lad and the ENIAC was all there was. Way too much water under the bridge and too late to build a dam. I've never forgotten the fond memories of loading programs by way of toggle switches, eight track cartridges and removable 5 MB platters. Just today a fire destroyed the IBM plant where the flying head for hard drives was developed and it should have been classified as a historical site. Again, many things have gone down in flames. I have gladly forgotten the stacks of punch cards and paper loops because of the endless hours spent creating them and learning to read them by hand. Those days are gone and best left forgotten lest they continue to remind the older generations of how old they really are. With a PC in front of me I can be anything and anyone I choose, what could be better? It's been a long trip but so much more farther to go.