Thank Anya, I would give anything if all the poison oak around here disappeared. I used to go around cutting poison oak and pitching them over the side of trails. Now, I'm so allergic to them, I puff up like a balloon if I go near them.
"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night, in the dusty recesses of their minds, awake in the day to find that it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes to make it reality."