Jay, that was actually an older gentleman that I had befriended while waiting in the pancake line. I have this thing for "older men." I tend to adopt them the way some take in stray animals. Thank God my husband is very understanding. Actually my Dad passed away six years ago in October with cancer, and I did find a little old man in Bloomsburg to adopt as a surrogate Grandpa for my boys and to help me deal with my grief. He is 75 years old, never married and the last living member of his family. He has shared Thanksgiving, Xmas, birthdays, ball games....with our family. Ironically, he is in the end stages of cancer now, but he has a wonderful spirit. He was at the Penn State game last Saturday as he has been a season ticket holder for the last 40 years. I was thrilled PS won as I think it was his last game. Anyway, I think little old men are wonderful!!!! I do not remeber Sister Theresette reading that series to us ( as I was probably talking), but I do remeber having to write on the side blackboard "I must not talk in class" many times!!!!! I think I was a social creature from early on. How about Ms. Carr in third grade?? She was "lovely"!!!!?????