Doug

I grew up on an ant farm in Nebraska. We raised those tiny ears of corn that you see in glass jars in the grocery store. It was hard to see the crop from the highway. One day, I heard a voice that told me to plow up my tiny ears of corn crop and build a ballpark. It was a very small ballpark. Despite what the voice said, he didn't come. But then the flea circus came to town, and I was happy again.I'm basically a kind, caring person. And thoughtful, too. For example, I would never be so thoughtless as to smoke in front of a small child...without offering him one first.