Five Jacksons go into a bar, and one of them says, "We're here to do business."
And I say, "God bless the busy-ness of our beloved ancestors. And I wonder, can Pepsi-Cola bring them back to life?"
such thoughts pass thru the fevered mind like water thru a sieve. My son! Do not venture into the Valley of the Jackals under the light of the full moon.