Lew Hartwick just emailed me and asked if I owned stock in the layout dye company, and made me laugh.---Reminds me of a very funny story. The year I was 17 an older fellow in my small town asked me if I would paint his mothers house white for $100 if he supplied the paint. It was a small house, and I really needed the money so I said yes. The son lived out of town a few miles, but he had to drive in and out of town twice a day, and his mothers house was right on the main corner in town, so every time he came in or out of town he would see me there painting. Now I have to admit, I had never painted a house before, but it was an old previously unpainted clapboard house, and it sucked up paint like a sponge. I think I painted that damn house about 4 times before it quit soaking up paint. I didn't want to waste any good clothes, so I just wore the same old clothes for a week straight through, and by the time I was done, everything I was wearing was painted white, including my old work shoes and my hair. Finally I was finished, and Rene' came to inspect the job. He walked all around, looked up, down, and in all the crooks and crannies, pulled out a $100 bill (The first one I had ever seen), and pronounced it a job well done.--Then he asked me--"By the way, how did that paint taste?" somewhat taken aback, I asked what he meant. He said---The first dozen times I drove by the house, I thought you were using a brush, but the last dozen times I drove by, it looked like maybe you were drinking the paint and p1ssing it on!!!! ;D ;D ;D