Well, friends, what is going on? Seven (count them) 7! messages on
Iris-L tonight! And it's neither Thanksgiving nor Christmas. In the face
of such an iris drought, I shamelessly offer the following OT subject,
"Brothers and sisters have I none,
but this man's father is my father's son."
Who is he?
I once got a fight started in a German Gaesthaus by writing the above on
a beer coaster and sending it around the room. (I left as the
Schlaegerei broke out.) Accordingly, beware.
Griff Crump, along the tidal Potomac near Mount Vernon, VA