40 degrees here, Gaile. But like you, I'm just honored to be connected at all to Tesla. Without those ubiquitous Thorntons, who seem to reach everywhere, I'd be sitting at Tesla's front gate begging for a chance to get into his yard. Thanks, Grandpa Cook…once again I'm grateful to you!
And she exits whistling the "40 degree" rag…
"you put your left foot in, you put your left foot out, you put your left foot in and you shake it all about…"