Words sometimes can not describe an image even when they are disassociated from context. This image was taken in February at Sargeant's Park in Florida. My friend, the "netmother" and "little round one" and I, the "netfather" are sitting on a bench while I hold my mother's cane so she can take the picture. My mother's shots are always just snaps. I come to have this shot as a inheritance. She died May 5, 2006 and two days before in agitated conversation I got her to write on a tablet she expressed the need to have us pick up her photos at Walmart she had forgotten. Then she faded and became unconscious with one last concern. Something behind the rocking chair. I drew a floor plan of the house and we eventually identified the concern to be flowers beside the garage that needed to be weeded. OK! My little granddaughter Mia came to visit us the next week with her mom and my son. We had a good time among the living. I like it when the hypnosis is overwhelmed by the grandeur of reality. I put the new BFG/AGEIA PhysX board in my DELL XPS Gen 2 yesterday. I look forward to the hair, breasts and bums of all my Poser figure now bouncing in cadence to the tap of their stillettos. (kx vs gh) Meanwhile Combat Simulator 3 has to hide my old friends in Top Gun and TFWS. 'Boom" Trenchard's Flare Path, indeed!! Mom is now in the new Great Lake Military Cemetery, a far trip from a New York general store near the shore of Lake Ontario.