it's kind of weird. a couple of years ago, i met a lady who became a very good friend. she was a very unique person. 12 years or so older than me. She was from Manchester, England. She was very deep and had a special insight into people, life. You know that chinese proverb or whatever, at the beginning of raise high the roofbeam carpenter? I read that again one day and realized, that this girl was the on person I knew that I would send out for those horses. I wasn't in love with her. It wasn't that kind of relationship. But she was extraordinary, I found her to be the closest parallel to Seymour Glass I had ever met. Tonight, I received an email saying Sarah had committed suicide. in mourning, Rod