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Steve Martin, in his hey-day, would have categorized me as a modern Wild and Crazy Guy. I do not sport a 70's golfer's wardrobe, nor do I speak in a made up Eastern-European accent (at least, most of the time I don't. Every so often, though...). I am, however, one to laugh at the drop of a hat. If I do this enough times in an hour, the laughter becomes infections. It seems people like having the laughing disease, so I'm invited to all the hip parties. If it ever happens that I stop laughing, run. Snow has fallen in Hell, the 7th seal is broken, and the end of days is upon us. Or, nothing funny is going on. But just in case.... run. We all could use the exercise.