I can't remember the first time I posted here, but I haven't seen anything come back, well one, but it was formal with no response required. So, are the people that post here, or used to post here, all passed on? Were they those old guys I used to see sitting under the awnings of their fifth wheels, drinking a 7UP, metal detectors leaning against the ice chests, ready for action?

I was hoping to hear some good stories but since I have read everything here, suppose I'll just mosey on down the trail to parts unknown. Maybe I'll write another book about all the LDM clues, you know, the real clues. Only this time, it will be 5,000 blank pages. They say the cover sells the book.
Maybe everyone is just tired of it all, you know, the same ole same ole being rehashed again and again. Will the LDM go the way of the buggy whip or disposable douches? Will the true romantics finally die off, leaving nothing but people with fully functional microprocessors implanted in their butts so they can't sit on a horse? Hey, listen here! No one is listening so I can get just as silly as I want to. HEY hey hey hey hey...see there, echo.
Sorry, Ron. You know how youngsters are. There really was a cliff there. Well, I'm an old Cow Hand, From the Rio Grand. Been at it a while. Missing toenails to show for it. Always remember 96, 96, 96.