Thank you, Moose, for deploying the emergency John Wayne picture. I was almost to the point of “pajama boy” overload and yearning nostalgically for real men. I even had to run to his workshop to make sure Mr Pan Dowdy was still the real man I married.... thank goodness he is! Never have I been so thankful that I was born to a previous generation and grew up in an America where men acted like “men” and women were protected, cherished and adored, and universities (at least here in the south)taught academics (even chemistry class was a required subject for Home Ec majors.