Margaret, I'm still laughing.... However, this being Tuesday, we headed out for New Jersey with Jimmie wearing both a sweater AND his mackinaw, since it was 30 degrees outside. We had the traditional weekly dinner with his cousin about to turn 90, and once he had escorted her back to her apartment, he peeled off his mack and threw it in the back seat. I knew we were in for trouble right then and there! After 15 minutes in the cozy car, with me reducing the heat more and more and more, by very small increments, because it was burning my ankles ----- Jim suddenly said, "Could you turn up the heat, please." I replied that it was a problem, because I just could not get away from the vent.. So he grabbed the heater control and raised it, simultaneously lowering the fan to absolute minimum. I grabbed the fan control and raised it, and he threw a fit. "You can only get more heat now by increasing the fan!" I said. "Nonsense!" he threw back at me. "You've got it all wrong, James -- you HAVE to raise the fan to get more heat!" And so finally I said we would have to read the Owner's Manual when we got home. A block from the house he pulled over and I took out the book. I read it to him, but his idea of the meaning was not quite my idea. "The problem is that you are not dressed for this weather!" I shot back at him." "That's nonsense," he said -- "when I'm driving, I have to be comfortable. I will NOT wear the mackinaw!" Of course, he had worn it all the way out to New Jersey, probably so that I would not get infuriated BEFORE dinner with his cousin, because I consider it such an ordeal in the first place. Six years of Tuesdays is one helluva long time . . . As the French say, "Ca va..." And so it goes. Penny ________________________________________________________________ GET INTERNET ACCESS FROM JUNO! Juno offers FREE or PREMIUM Internet access for less! Join Juno today! For your FREE software, visit: http://dl.www.juno.com/get/tagj.