I know that's good advice. The avid reader in me always wants more, sometimes, steeling a few minutes in my day, 40 pages aren't enough. When the memories first started to activate inside of me I paced for hours, couldn't go outside, couldn't find a place to sit, I argued out loud with the "cousin" who's going to follow me through with this project, and he, of course argued back. All I could think was, what if this man, my grandfather, had not been in my life. My mother had taken to dosing me with cough syrup back when you could get the junk with codeine in it. Maybe I'll break this up and repost. When I ask my cousin what I am supposed to do with this he says, "Let people read it, of course." "Well, thank you very much!" But seriously, thank you richq11.