There are now so many kettles who have called the pots black and a lot of glass houses shattered because of their stone throwing occupants that I suggest the subject be dropped. When folks carp about who/whom but don't know a subject from a direct object or blanch at "casual" grammar while employing redundant tautological pleonasms, I don't know whether to cry or correct their mistakes. As a compromise, let's just sweep the shards under the carpet and get back to cooking. Neil 9 v 96 -- My land is bare of chattering folk; "Sanctuary," from Dorothy The clouds are low along the ridges, Parker's _Death_and_Taxes_ And sweet's the air with curly smoke From all my burning bridges. [Neil Hathaway [log in to unmask]]