and now for my retort. how many times has yon coolhand come to me with hat in hand and tear in clothing to fix? the answer is many! I have made more name tags and sewn more coveralls, tool pouches, and assorted emergency velco repairs than I can count for this fine "working man" and not to meantion the fact that he had to ask me how to spell the word "sew" says much for the fact that he is a "mech's mech" (not in that new cowboy movie way either) but the fact that he tries to turn bolts with a hammer, tighten screws with a wrench, and stare at the screwdriver wondering how he is going to fix anything with a glass filled with vodka and orange juice. right tool for the right job( UHG, me grog the mech, me hit with big hammer until jet start and go zoomy zoom now.) of course at this point he will also say that I have intentionally misspelled his name, sewed his coveralls shut, and performed all other assorted manner of practical jokes on him. this is all true- and I would do it agian! and yes I am working in a tax office, by coincidence it is still less taxing than the place where I am stationed now. well CH, in your immortal words, Smoke on! looks like an airshow in here!