Best get these out of the way before the conventions goes the way of summer, moving along as fast as expected. I have circulated the top photo, Mike had to crouch down far enough that his testicles were likely dragging on the carpet so he could be eye level with shrinking with age me. The bottom shot was the last photo in the roll of my disposable camera, the ghouls had just left the bar and pretty much walked into my path--isn't that always the way?--and the middle photo...well, I have no idea how the four of us ended up in the same place at that same moment. But there you go...Wayne
