First salvo across the bow! That's perfectly alright, Br. Eamon, because I put myself way out there on a limb. Keep those letters and postcards coming, my brethren!
I close by stating that I grew up listening to music and not noise and dancing by embracing a lady and not participating in a mindless aerobic workout session with every one on the dance floor. Another chapter of my story to which I am sticking!
P.S. See what you started, Br. Clampo... you happy now, old boy? I miss Miss Vera!