I was packing my bag last night when some people from D.A.R.E. came to the door soliciting money. After introducing themselves, the gentleman asked me if I was familiar with D.A.R.E. I replied yes, and he said, "I thought so, I saw the tent in the garage and the cleats and figured you had kids." Seeing how the tent was for me, and the cleats were my brother's, I guess he figured wrong, but I didn't let him know that. I wonder how old he thought I was. Either way, I am slightly amused.