By the way, an aside to "Anonymous" ... I am anxious to discover what that mysterious, sinister file is that you directed me to in your comment to my Friday morning post, but naturally I'm too paranoid to open such a thing from a Man With No Name such as yourself. These are harsh times. But I'm pretty sure I know who you are ... no one would know that I worked at 500 Madison Street in Chicago except for one man, the guy with the accordian and peg-leg who regaled me with Bobby Vinton songs as I walked into the building every morning. Is you him? Email me.