CRUM, I wanted to also mention that in 1974 I traveled from Boston to Kennebunkport, ME over a weekend and found nothing but forests in Maine, real God's country if you ask me. I knew the older Bushes had a house there but I didn't know where. It rained the night I arrived and I knocked on someone's door to ask if I could sleep on the floor. It was an elderly lady and she politely refused. I got wet in my sleeping bag and caught a cold but by the time I got back to Boston I'd lost it. A few months later I became mentally ill. A few years later I got my second bachelor's degree.