OK, ewest. So what you're saying is that I can put away my hari-kari knife now being that we were not looking at someone's private pond/lake.

I should read the posts more carefully lest I disembowl myself in a fit of jealousy.

Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:"
"She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."