I make it a habit to carry my PSK at all times, even though it is geared to wilderness use and other gear is in abundance. This past week I forgot it once and mislaid it twice. Last night in a dream I was standing next to Tom Hanks on an island. With calm demeaner and manly pose I extracted the PSK from my pocket and opened it. It was full of ALTOID MINTS AND THEY WERE CINNAMON! I don't even like the cinnamon! <img src="images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />