One of my heros from my young Trooper days was a mom. A large, big city brother decided to follow her home and enjoy her. As he pushed her through the door to her son's bedroom, Little League Coach Mom grabbed a bat from an umbrella stand and turned the tide on her assailant. When the local small town gendarmes arrived, brother was still unconscious with Coach Mom standing in an advantageous ready position to do it again if needed. The failed rape attempt netted the guy eighty five years. (The prosecutor and the jury were also to be commended.). Jack

"Do not blame Caesar, blame the people...who have...rejoiced in their loss of freedom....Blame the people who hail him when he speaks of the 'new, wonderful, good, society'...to mean ,..living fatly at the expense of the industrious." Cicero