Tim O'Connor wrote: > As we become >> adults we learn to let go, a little, of our early views. But each time I >> said "glad to have met you," I felt the presence of a little fellow on my >> shoulder, wearing a hunting cap, whispering, "Phony!" Moral of that story? >> I lived. I don't hate myself for it. Tim, that is so true. And when I first became a parent I found myself changing allegiances from Buddy to Mrs Glass very, very quickly. And I became a much greater Mrs Glass as he grew up. (Where is that little boy he once was? How could you wear those shoes?) I think that everyone has different phonies at different times in their lives, just as we have different heroes, inspirations and loves. The little voices sit on your shoulders , or like Eliot's Animula, run over your toes and around the room. Lesley > >