Bring laundry, Neccos and galvanized stovepipe. No, it's not a scavenger hunt thing - more like lip service for things we require and possess. Looking at the 50s and 60s seems spartan enough but those refugees from across the pond had more things to accomplish than just getting your arm unstuck (Ew-w). Everybody in the dream last night was named Walter - maybe introversion gone subliminal? Got to get this DVD burning pristine. Whenever I fill out an application, in the part that says "If an emergency, notify:" I put "DOCTOR". What's my sweetie going to do? Dolce Far Niente