Wow! Grin... hey there Alan. All I am saying is that all other things aside.... you arent going to get anywhere with Mary Jo Piano Teacher over on third and main unless you can stop dem jacks from double thumping her hammers. Leave both magic and ... er... physics at home and break out that good old fashion problem solving box of tools... And she'll bring you a couple blueberry muffins, a cup of coffee, and ask you back (with a smile) for another go in a few months. Too late for my pudding to fall... done ate it already. Cheers RicB Alan writes: But you know what? It's almost a shame to learn the proper engineering, physics, and mathematics of these things as it spoils the mysticism; takes away the magic. It's kinda like finding out there's no Santa Claus (which I hope never happens). So I guess you are saying that swinging a dead cat in a cemetery at midnight, burning incense, and chanting mantras are no longer valid piano repair techniques, eh? What's next, man will someday fly??? A pox on thy birdhouse. Hope your 440 Hertz! So thanks for spoiling the fun—I suppose next you'll be telling us that the moon is not a vast potential source of freshly cultured butterfat!!! Fie, fie, ye foreign-based, scientifikle fiend! Were ya here, we'd try ye for a witch. Here in Salem, we don't coddle purveyors of unnecessarily alarmist futuristic wizardry, my friend, no siree ... May your pudding fall. Alan Barnard
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