On Sat, 19 Feb 2005, Jeff Gibbons wrote: > Yeah, and I need to find some better friends. Nobody sends me steaks. . . . How does that old country song go? You never send me ribeyes any more. You never drop chateaubriands or lobsters at my door. No caviar or seared foie gras, and oh my heart is sore. You never send me ribeyes any more.