Yay! That must mean that Anton's not dying anymore! He was really, really sick a while back...he had some sort of weird virus/parasite/bacteria (I don't know WHAT it was) eating him from the inside out and, if I'm not completely mistaken, he has a well-concealed poop bag these days. The doctors were pretty convinced that he wasn't going to make it. My dad and Anton (Mr. Dern...weird...) are good friends. They taught together at West back in the early days before East even existed, and they go to Iola every year for the car show. At Christmas my dad was really worried about him, so...it's good to hear that he's doing better. (And, of course, it's good that YOU are doing better too, Urs.)