And now a funny story.......My son called me this morning.....asking if I knew anyone with this Italian last name. Yep, in my youth, the family owned the local candy store. LOL, my son went to get some bait this morning (he is staying in our cabin out at the lake) & the fellow began talking of Chicago, & my old neighborhood for some reason, and his grandfather who lived there. Evidently, when he asked my son where he was staying, & my son mentioned the resort name, this guy knew it, and said his grandfather knew the couple who built it, even mentioned the street I grew up on. So I told him that yes, that grandfather & I grew up on the street, the grandfather used to vacation up here (not at my place) but when he discovered I was here, he stopped in. And the next time I drove down to Chicago, my best friend & I, along with that grandfather & his best friend (who lived next door to me back then) all 4 had lunch together, lots of memories as kids, was fun.....All 3 of them have since passed away. Odd to run into childhood friends 400 miles from where you all grew up. But sure was nice!