Hey Chileheads, I still don't want to cut my hair Even though my sons are going bald and run around the yard blinding me at picnics and barbeques with their shiny pates and plastic plates surrounded by their gaggle running about the yard hither and youny. Exwifes complaining that the food is too spicy. The drink critics complaining that the tea is too icy. The cops arriving when things got dicey. I like it hot. In spite of my heart beating an amateur rhythm I like it hot. And I still don't want to cut my hair. Any one got a pepper? jOe