"...OBG you gotta come visit..."

OK, will do. Maybe in the fall of '10, we may have worked our way that far east by then. But none of the dreaded white stuff. Right now I am looking out the big window at clear skies, visby about a jillion miles, no smog, no precip, several hundred sandhill cranes feeding in an alfafa field (the honkers have all flown back north). You can have that snow and cold weather stuff...