To: E. Charters who wrote (4428 ) 4/4/2003 3:46:16 AM From: LeonardSlye Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 8273 Yeah...I take your point about the larger trades. For my main style of getting into and out of things though, it means less money for the other guy, or me, to give up or rise to to complete the trade. That's what I like, it could reduce my pacing time. But, it would increase the coin tossing time. Honestly though, I mostly trade the TSE. I've found that discussion for liquidity changes through decimalization of the NYSE, thanks for the search idea. It always seemed to me that you'd pretty much want to have had a socket set sitting beside you as a reference for the fractions before they went decimal a couple of years back. But, on to less serious matters. ...“The signs are all over the U.S., Toques go Home, No Loggers Allowed on these Premises, All Canucks and other Tobacco Chewers to the Back of the Bus, Beavers not Served at this Lunch Counter, We Don't Say "Eh" Around Here, etc.”... There have, of course, been a few times within our life times (so far anyway) when we have had differences of opinion with the States over military action against some country or other. And they have always held it against us. We made a family trip to California during the Korean war. I was just about 8 years old and it was the first time I’d been out the mountains of Vancouver Island. I’ll never forget for the first time hearing a strong American accent as a guy pointed to our 1951 Austin and said to his friends, “That is one of them there Volkswagons”. I was a little kid with big eyes and ears; it was a wonderful trip. Far predating Basil Faulty, Mom told us kids “don’t mention the war” all the way down to San Diego. My sister couldn’t wait to get there to ask my aunt about this war she was apparently fighting. When she was told that it was against the Communists (remember them?) my sister said, “Oh we get their newspaper all the time.”. A very small pin would have made a racket hitting the floor. It looked like our visit was going to be a short one and we hadn’t even been to the zoo yet. The only newspaper we were getting was the “Victoria Colonist”, but I don’t think my aunt was totally at ease with us again. It was also my first witnessing of foreign exchange negotiations. I was trying to buy an ice cream from an ice cream wagon that came right by my Aunt's house...what a place. It was my first time buying anything from a stranger. I gave the guy my Canadian 25 cent piece of which I had been very proud up to that moment. We didn’t get to town much except on the school bus so I wasn’t used to having money in my pocket. I gave it up to him. He glared at it and growled, “Bring me some real money.” and threw it away...actually threw my money across the road. Didn’t give it back, mind you, actually threw it away. This was the exact moment my dad came walking around the corner of the house. He'd heard our voices. He began to encourage the ice cream guy to fulfill my request and maybe a bit more. The ice cream was wonderful, the best I’d ever had and I had no idea that you could get so much of it for a quarter...it seemed like Dad would never stop pointing to things, and saying “Why don’t ya give the kid one of those too”. The next day, there was one of those special father and son moments when my aunt remarked that it was funny that the ice cream wagon hadn’t been by today. Dad, always the agreeable gentleman, said, “yeah, it sure is funny”. We were only there for a few days but we left California as known Communists and strong arm extortionists. It was a wonderful trip. My danged old ‘puter keeps freezing up today...probably the governor, I’ve got to get rid of this kerosene powered thing and move up to one of them new ‘lectric models I been hearin’ about. Happy Trails, Lenny