Thank you Bilk, now I'll be smarter than the scarecrow on the Wizard of Oz. I can honestly say, I never had the chance to be a typical 18 year old wisenheimer. My father was a strict Marine Corp Gunny, raised with a lot of manners and respect. At 17, my girlfriend got me pregnant, come September of 1970, instead of heading to Penn State with my scholarship in hand, I was married, a father at 18 and making Zippo lighters, for $1.80 an hour. That was top pay back then. Yeah, 72.00 a week before taxes. So being a little cockey at 18 is not all bad, realizing it and making corrections, is all Good.