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I'm thinking of an incident that happened when I was in grad school in 1993 or so. It was summer, the guys down the hall were obviously basket ball team, and had the rap music pumped up LOUD. The joys of dorm living. After discovering that I'm too old to sleep through ACDC loud enough to wake the dead (and blot out the noise) anymore and equally unable to sleep through my windows vibrating to something or other about killing cops, I knocked on the door. The guy who answered was at least a foot taller than me, very athletic, and of a different racial stock than mine. Seemed like confrontation was iminant. When I asked him to please turn it down a bit, he apologised and turned it off. I told him that wasn't necessary, just so it didn't rattle my windows was fine. It never was an issue again. Perhaps the most useful thing I learned that day. The place was Colorado State University, Fort Collins, CO. -- Jim Strickland jim(a)DIESPAMMERSCUMcalico.litterbox.com ----------------------------------------------------------------------- BeOS Powered! -----------------------------------------------------------------------