So this fellow living the good life on a south Pacific isle in a little native hut devoloped a taste for large furnishings, chairs in particular, comfortable enough for royalty to sit on while watchin the game. But it being a small hut, after the 3rd or 4th he had to pick and choose, and stash the remaining furniture in the little attic under the thatched roof. Well after the 9th or 10th impulse bargon beach recliner, that attic was getting packed, and the poor walls couldn't take it any more, and as he was cramming one more in, there was a terrific sigh and shutter as the whole structure collapsed, leaving a pile of hay and household goods like needles, reminiscent of what the big bad wolf once left behind. Anyway, i'm only telling this for your benefit. And so it doesn't take 20 pages for a Chieflike joke to surface... People in grass houses shouldn't stow throwns. You're right. One can easily distinguish imitations from the genuine article. Here's to the Moon shining on Minnesota and a fine game of baseball! And of course high Proof reading.