But stales, is it a dry heat?[wistful-e]I used to live near the branch office of Hell.(That would be Presidio, Texas.)

I remember walking down a secluded old cobblestone street in a well-to-do neighborhood of Mexico City. In front of us walked two young hooligans and in front of them was an elderly lady. The one hooligan was complaining to the other that it was always the other's turn to snatch purses only if it was a little old lady. I had visions of him "ripping" the purse right "off" her arm. BTW, while they were arguing, the lady entered her courtyard and shut the gate.