Yessir. It’s the gift that keeps on giving. Sadly, my mother’s default phrase was “You ought to be ashamed of yourself.” Which led me to blow up at her many a time. Wishing shame on someone over a difference of opinion or taste is not cool in my book. I could have handled it better, but at least half of my stubbornness came from her…so subtlety was neither of our fortes. Life goes on, right? Cheers, Ray!