I sat at the Ford dealership from 8-1:30 waiting for my truck to get fixed then headed out to do my sales calls in Knoxville. What a bunch of great people. I haven't met anyone in this state that isn't polite. Finished my calls in Chattanooga and headed to Nashville to spend the night so I can start bright and early tomorrow. Checked into my hotel room and I found a brown paper bag under the bed with hypodermic needles and a copper scrubber pad (the metal scouring pads you would use to do your dishes in the sink) My friend informs me that druggies use them to somehow aid in cooking drugs. Needless to say I am now in a new room, and am glad i have my 27 to keep me company tonight. Keep 'em cocked, Sr.