Maybe the anagram was "A DAY WANTS INK," rather'n what I said before. -j minnich --------------------------------------------------------------- The poet is dead. Nor will ever again hear the sea lions Grunt in the kelp at Point Lobos. Nor look to the south when the grunion Run the Pacific, and the plunging Shearwaters, insatiable, Stun themselves in the sea. -W. Everson