From day one I had a bet going with my fifteen-year-old daughter. I said, "I'll bet you five bucks that when they catch the guy his name is Mohammed." She said, "No, I'll bet you his name is Mohammed!" We ended up exchanging five-dollar bills. (Cool kid--turning into such a gun-loving little right-winger, demonstrating against peaceniks, holding down a job, winning ribbons with the horse she gentled and trained, getting good grades, doing historical interpretation, and this fall joining ROTC.)