Thank you, gentlemen. I haven't had that much generous encouragement since being urged by two of my fellow Army officers (both of whom remained in the lodge chatting up some of the local Austrian Fräuleins) to ski the Hahnenkamm downhill course at Kitzbühel in 1966. The only thing I broke then was my left ski -- wooden skis still being common back then. I made quite a sight clumping down the edge of the lower half of the Hahnenkamm course with the broken skis over one shoulder. (Somewhere in storage, I still have the forward part of that broken left ski.)