So, I'm at this little bed & breakfast in Bandon, OR, at the breakfast table when one of the other guests comes down. He's wearing a t-shirt with a chile motif and we start talking chiles. He's from Australia and grows his own since "their idea of Mexican food is a tortilla and a can of refried beans". I mention I'm on this internet mailing list thing and he says he's on one in Oz. Then he says, " I know a guy who wins all the local chile eating contests." So I say, "His name wouldn't happen to be Luke, would it?" He: "Yeah! Lucas!" Me: "Luke Speer?" He: "Yeah! Lucas Speer! He's a maniac! Always coming up to me and pulling jars out of his pants saying 'Greg, look what I just bought.'" Turns out that this guy, Greg, is his neighbor. Who woulda thunk that he would meet up with a guy who traded chile seeds with his neighbor on the other side of the planet? Scott... KCK