Now for ten years we've been on our own, And moss grows fat on a rolling stone. But that's not how it used to be, When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean, And a voice that came from you and me. And while the king was looking down, The jester stole his thorny crown. The courtroom was adjourned, No verdict was returned. And while Lenin read a book on Marx, The quartet practiced in the park, And we sang dirges in the dark, The day the music died. We were singing . . . American pie - Don MacLean --------------------------------------------- i havent been reading the newspapers lately... A) cuz i dont have the tym, and B) there is too much violence splashed all across it. but here's the one reason im boycotting nike for life. how could they? --------------------------------------------- i leave for a 2 1/2 day trip to isloo in 6 hours. and im missing home already. oh bugger!