MEBBE I SHOULD ESPLAIN A BIT
Once upon a time long long ago in another dimension I had a job with a BIG company who had the national service account for a major computer concern.
I was a field engineer.
I fixed computer stuff, like computers and monitors and software and networks and customers.
I was considered fairly adept (I have many talents oozing from my fingertips).
I hate computers, and everything about them EXCEPT learning stuff from people like you at places like this.
(Hence my cheap Luddite bastard nature.)
I have so far had a VERY interesting life. Some (most) of it is not repeatable, but I only offered this story so you all wouldn't need to post computer-type suggestions.
Let's talk about ammo-n-guns
I thank you all for your support..............................
I do find myself totally unable to walk holding a cup of coffee without spilling.