Oh, I hinted...

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In a comment, I indicated that I have... a little problem. I take a molehill and turn it into the Rockies and the Andes, combined. Oh, I don't know what causes it. As I suggested, it might be a genetic thing. One of my most famous ancestors had a similar problem. Here, take a look through the way-back tele machine...



If I do so, and make a mistake. I am awfully sorry. Then again, when I don't do that, I might just underestimate and ignore warnings and portents. As shown by my ancestor's boss, here.



Sometimes I can't win for losing in this game called life. But if you bear with me, I would appreciate it greatly. I'll afford you the same courtesy, as I am able, in any event.