shiven -------- Shiven did not think about me that much when I left. He told me that he did not even think about me at all. He did not drop a tear. Then he saw the cricket bat lying on the corner. Our bat, that we had cured; we knew its sweet spots. I have never hit a six but many fours. Shiven was a finesse batsman. We knew that bat. We may never play together again. ---- mG.(10-22-04)