At 09:47 AM 1/6/98 -0700, you wrote: >>>they're using the old claw foot bathtubs. I'm glad I don't have to take a >>>shower or bath in one. They're much higher than modern tubs, so you hit >>>one shin and the other foot catches as you step out. In a Princeton, N.J. >>>hotel, I so emerged from their shower in a claw tub, stepped out and down a >>>step (step built in to hold plumbing pipes, since the hotel originally >>>didn't have such things), and as I fell, I grabbed a pipe to break my fall. >>> The pipe was a hot water pipe, and I was one mad wet hen. Margaret, who >>>is not sentimental about those damned bathtubs. Nor the old square >>>galvanized ones which, when you were sitting in hot water, and leaned your >>>back against it, was still icy cold, confounding all ideas of heat >>>conductivity. >>> >>My Gawd, you're really old!! Reckon you had "thunder mugs" back in olden >>times too? ;-)) >> >>George >> >Would you rather risk a confrontation with a moose and her calves or use a >thunder mug? Working in a mountain resort near Yellowstone, those were the >choices. The cow was pulling down the clothesline in back of our lodge >every night. The s-l-o-w fellows who worked in the main lodge encountered >the cow and her calves on the mountain behind us, and they put their feet >into high gear, leaving the normal guy in the dust. As he ran, he turned >around to see how close she was, ran into a tree and broke his arm. But >yes, I am old, too. Margaret > My folks and I lived in, literally, a shack from 1949 to 1950 while we were building the frame of the house they were building on 7 acres. All materials were used, from Navy barracks built in WWII that Dad had bought and torn down. The shack was equipped with a #3 wash tub and a fairly large thunder mug, my first and last experience with one. You're not really old Margaret, you're well experienced and that counts more than age. George