Can I tell you how cool it is to have an 80-something grandmother with high speed Internet access? I'm typing on her Mac, she's beside me in her recliner singing along with Dad, who is practicing his high notes by singing "Eleanor Rigby" and accompanying himself on the guitar. Mom's making tea in the kitchen. Life is good. (Gotta go, Dad's singing "Here, There and Everywhere," and I can't type and sing along at the same time!)