My Brother never made it. He has good days and bad and he wasnt feeling good. If I was driving I could have gone to him. But since Im too scared, a big chicken and baby to do the simple task of driving like so many do, I didnt go. There is a 70 year old lady on our team that picks me up for meetings. Am I a man or a mouse, no wonder my son is so mad at me. So I stayed here and watched his comments change on My Space. Its how I keep up with them, internet. Weird? I guess, I need a life.