My mother would run the water in the bathroom sink while my siblings were "on the potty" and I assume that she did the same with me. She believed it would cause a child to go. I must be backsliding pretty fast because I now have to go everytime I step into a stream.

Since wintering in Antarctica years ago I've suffered with the "Big Eye" (insomnia) every now and then. Seems to be an occupational hazard of the damn place.

I hijacked my daughter's tape recorder for a day and put it near a nice ripple and let it run. Figured I'd run it when the "Big Eye" struck again... and it worked! I found that old tape the other day and tried it out again. Sure enough, I dozed right off and slept like a baby...but, like a baby, wet the bed! Son of a gun, what next?

Ol' Bill