JD you were were curious why I quote Will rogers. He is just in my head now, there are others, like Twain, Ben Franklin, E.G. Poe, George Washington Carver, Abraham Lincoln, Keats, Kipling and on and on. Rogers is just at the forefront right now. These names and many others are a result of the way I was raised. I know, you are thinking, back to my Ma again. Don't mean to talk about my Ma so much but you asked and I am telling you young feller. I also don't mean to not talk about my Father. He was as much an influence on me as my Mother. Dad was what I consider men to be. Seen, but not heard. I dislike loud mouthed men or men who have an opinion and know only half the facts. They grate on me like nails on a chalkboard. Dad was like an old volcano, rumble occasionally and be pretty quiet. He didn't drink or cuss, but Ma had a ways of making his top come off when it needed to. When it was necessary, just a coupla of well placed words and "Katie Bar The Door." The big Boss was Ma. I will always remember her washing clothes, or cooking or doing chores or going to work. She must have found time for some recreation because she managed to conceive 5 of us. Her goal in life was to educate us. She stopped nurses training when she married Dad and Dad quit school after the eighth grade. None of that for us. Some of Ma's quotes. "God gave you a brain, put something in it everyday and fill it up" "If you're not as educated as the next man they will run all over you" "Those grades better get better or I'll talk to your Dad" (didn't want that) "I just found the neatest book I want you to read it and tell me what you think" "If you can't interpret what you read you might as well use the pages for toilet paper" "Why are some smart people so dumb" When she found time to read, she read. She read to us, she read to the dog, she read to herself. Ma never threw anything away she read. She didn't collect, she just never threw it away. Three weeks ago we finally cleaned out the old homestead farmhouse. What couldn't be sold at auction went into a large dumpster. The first 1/3 of that dumpster was Ma's books and magazines and periodicals. Life, Post, National Geographic. Cookbooks, Sewing books, Newspaper clippings, Poetry books, every textbook she could get from us from our college days. A son who was a Vet, a daughter who is a nurse, a son who graduated with an Art Degree, a son who is a teacher. She read them all and saved them. She loved to garden, God the gardening books we through out. When we closed Ma's casket my sisters had the hardest time deciding which Bible to leave in Ma's hands. She had six of them, all thread worn, corners of pages creased, little notes from her Bible class stuck between pages, passages circled, underlined and highlighted. Of all the books she read, the Bible was what she read the most. They finally decided on the one most read but rarely picked up by Ma. It was her Mothers Bible and her Grandmothers before that. A lot of history written in the pages of that Bible. When Ma's God comes back to resurrect her, I can see her coming out of the ground now, waving that Bible and coming to look us up to see what we have read lately. So yes JD I read a lot. I like Western, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Horror, Poetry, American History. I have and have had a lot of books. When I croak you can help Nancy throw them in the dumpster, there won't be many Bibles but there will some by L'Amour and Heinlein. So, we are what we eat, and we are also what we read. John. Have a good day lad.