My apologies to BYB. I have been driven nuts by agonizingly slow changes from window to window, and missed his. Back in the twenties there were so many odd-ball car companies, that we had a game of sitting on the curb, watching the cars, and seeing who could be first to identify each car as it came into view. "My Moon!" "My Essex!" "My Peerless!" "My Pierce Arrow!" "My Franklin!" There were so many different ones each kid's score was fairly large.