Last time I had some of that liquid courage, I ended up (very briefly) escaping from the Louisville jail. I retired after that, didn't want to find out what else I could do with enough courage. One of your posts a couple months ago reminded me of a friend I hadn't heard from in a while, he'd gotten blown up a few times in Iraq and struggled with TBI and PTSD and didn't seem to be doing too good the last few times I'd seen him. We'd lost touch, but your post got me to track him down. Unfortunately, he's doing a five year bid in E-town for a little fleeing and evading, been 'fixin to' write him ever since, thanks for the reminder.