My wife and I finally realized our dream by being part of a group that went to Provence from March 29th to April 7th.  Our first attempt was to have started on September 13th, 2001 but that was interrupted by something or other.  We are ashamed to admit that although about half of those on that group did go in mid-October 2001, we chickened out and luckily were able to get all but a couple of hundred dollars back.
 
On our last night in Nice, Alpes-Maritimes, France before leaving for home, I was watching a broadcast in English by American sportscasters from a site in Massachusetts.   They had been regularly referring to stones being moved in meters or centimeters when at one point one of them commented (I'm paraphrasing), "You know, I'll bet that none of those guys out there even know how easy it would be to say that his target needs to be moved about a foot or so."  The other replied, "Well, you know, they might wonder if it would be their brother's foot or their little sister's foot."   The first made some asinine reply that a foot is a foot and the subject was dropped.  WOMBAT will not die!
 
ttyl, Norm Werling

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