Don't fret about catfish, Brad. My second grade PE teacher, a large black man with a mustache whose name I've forgotted, called all of the boys hot dogs and all of the girls hamburgers. The implications of these creepy terms are self-evident. He was fired mid-year, quite mysteriously. Later, I had a music teacher in Japan who had a handlebar mustache, super-gelled wavy hair, and small glasses. He was very mean and frightening. He was known as Mr. Vacey. I am still in search of people besides my little brother, my best friend, and I who are haunted by memories of Mr. Vacey and his booming tenor so that we can form some sort of support group. Kristen ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . We're all happy bunnies humming happy bunny tunes. Aren't we? -----------------------------------------------------------------------