OK Calvin, you sold me. You're hired. You are now, officially, the New Messiah, with all the rights, priviliges and immunities attendant thereunto. Just make sure that there's always some kind of bullshit job available for my good-for-nothing Hippie Son, IF he ever gets his shit together. Put him in sales, or, hell, make him the fucking janitor for all I care. Just leave him something. Oh, and the other thing: Never wake me before Noon, unless I have an early Tee Time. Trust me on this; plagues have been known to happen if I get up too early.