KC Ghost Tour

Ghosts and goblins and geeks - oh my!

It's Halloween, and in honor of this spooky holiday, I'm going to give you a Ghost Tour of Kansas City!

Saturday night, Hubs and I had a date night, and being that it was my turn to plan, and being that it was close to Halloween, and being that I like to have a little fun and do "different" stuff, I planned a "Ghosts and Gangsters Tour" of Kansas City.

Hunting ghosts needs a full stomach, of course, so we first had dinner at a famous KC landmark, the Golden Ox. This steakhouse has been in operation since 1949, and is well known for its beef, operating close to the famous KC stockyards.

Hubs and I nibbled and noshed on some delicious filet and steak, and then topped it off with some yummy homemade peach cobbler and ice cream.

We then headed just a few short blocks over to the beginning of our 3-hour tour, where we met up with our "Ghoul Bus":



Hubs was a good sport, getting into the "spirit" of things (bwahahahaha!):



Now, there's no possible way I can document every single place we went to that evening, as there were just too many places...but some of the highlights included:

The Savoy Hotel, which is the oldest continuously operating hotel west of the Mississippi.



A lady, Miss Betsy Ward, died of a heart attack in this hotel in the 1800's, while preparing for a bath. There have been numerous reports of "hauntings" from this very room to this day - water being turned on and off in the bathtub, jazz music playing in the background, closet doors mysteriously opening by themselves....spooky!

A few stops later, and we found ourselves at St. Mary's Episcopal Church, said to be one of Kansas City's oldest congregations with it's history stemming back to the mid 1800's.



Parishioners and clergy have repeatedly seen who they think is the ghost of Father Henry David Jardine, who lead the church from 1879 to 1886. It is said that Jardine haunts St. Mary's after his untimely death in 1886, was ruled a suicide. It is said he still haunts the church in an effort to clear his good name.

Our Ghostly Guide said that "orbs" - which are balls of transparent light that are often found in photos of haunted places - can be found here, so he encouraged us to take photos to see if we could get them. Orbs are the spirit's energy...and sure enough, I managed to capture some orbs on film: (look closely for the "round balls of light"):



And some more:



Cool, huh?!?!

We were then close to the halfway point of our tour, which took us to Union Station, where we heard about the infamous Kansas City Massacre. This occurred on the morning of June 17, 1933, when "Pretty Boy" Floyd and his cohorts tried to spring one of their crime partners, Frank Nash, who was being transferred to federal prison in Leavenworth.

In the resulting shoot-out, four FBI agents were killed, as was Frank Nash. Bullet holes still remain on the facade of Union Station:



This was a good place to take a break and use the restroom, if needed. However, knowing Union Station like the back of my hand, I knew there was a fantastic chocolate shop with all sorts of delicacies...so, I grabbed Hubs by the hand and we headed over to pick up some refreshments:



We then nibbled on our sweets while we listened to some delightful piano music in the lobby. Hubs thought this guy was awfully skinny and could have used some of our chocolate, but I wouldn't share:



We loaded back on our Ghoul Bus and headed to a few more stops, including not one, but TWO haunted cemeteries, with the ultimate haunted house in Kansas City saved for the grand finale: the Sauer Castle. (insert ominous music here....)



This place is the mother of all haunted houses in Kansas City - with all sorts of stories, myths and legends over the years. It was built in the 1800's and is now sitting empty. The owner, a descendant from the original owner, lives in New York City, and has pretty much abandoned all attempts at refurbishing the house, which is on the National Register of Historic Places.

As we walked up to look at the house, which looks like this in the dark:



...who should we run into, roaming the grounds?

No - not a ghost. I wish.

But the OWNER! Who happened to be visiting from New York City! This, people, is a RARE sighting of Carl Loop, the present-day owner. He came down to the fence and entertained questions for awhile about the house and the stories behind it:



That was pretty freakin' awesome, to be able to talk to the owner. Our Ghost Guide was pretty shook up - he said that has NEVER happened in all of the tours they've given...so we had a very, rare treat!

And speaking of treat, this ends my Halloween treat - so however you choose to spend your holiday, have fun and be safe! And NO tricks, please!

Happy Halloween!

The Boogey Man Lives

He didn't die...!

If you grew up in the 70's, you probably at some point watched "Halloween" - the epic horror classic with Jamie Lee Curtis and the infamous Michael Myers...the evil incarnate who had the gall to NOT die at the end of the movie....

Unheard of.

I was 16 when that movie came out. That was in the fall of 1978. The summer of '79, I spent in the Virgin Islands, staying with my grandpa, "Opa", and my 15-year old cousin, Laura Beth.

One night, Opa had a meeting he had to attend - and so LB & I headed to the local movieplex, where "Halloween" was showing. In June. Hey - movies came late to St. Thomas, if they came at all.

LB and I shrieked and freaked during that movie - and when it was over, we sat there - stunned. Michael Myers didn't die.

That didn't happen. Back then, movies didn't lend themselves to sequels - unless it was Star Wars, which was in a galaxy far, far away - or Rocky, and the only thing scary about Rocky was perhaps his red, white & blue-spangled boxing shorts.

Bad guys died at the end of movies. That was the RULE.

LB and I went home that night, to a dark and empty house...Opa wasn't home yet. Strange house. Strange island. Strange noises. And Michael Myers was still out there...somewhere.

I grabbed a butcher knife from the drawer, and LB and I did a systematic search, room by room, throwing open closet doors, peeking behind curtains - to insure that we were safe from the boogey man.

We were scared. to. death. Seriously.

We didn't find Michael Myers lurking in our house that night, thank goodness. But that movie still resonates with me - all it takes is for the infamous opening piano chords of "Halloween" to start up, and my blood pressure rises off the charts and my heart pumps out of my chest.

He didn't die!!!

So - however you choose to spend tomorrow - whether you're passing out sweets, or trick-or-treating, or haunting haunted houses - just remember....

The boogey man is still out there. He lives.

Peace.

Sunrise on the Lake

Yesterday morning, I stumbled out of bed and sleepily made my way into the kitchen, on the hunt for some caffeine or chocolate or whatever I could forage first.

I was shuffling along, half awake, when suddenly, I stopped in my tracks.

Looking out the windows and out to the lake, the sunrise was coming up over the water, and this is what I saw:



My first response was, "Holy cow, that's beautiful!"

My second response was, "Crap." I wanted to take a photo so I could share this wondrous sight, but my camera was in my purse, which is in my car, which is in the cold, cold garage.

So, I went to the garage - barefoot - and then went out on my back deck - in my NIGHTGOWN and still barefoot - in the 40-degree temperatures, so I could take these photos.



Geesh...the things I do in the interest of this blog.

Peace.

Blisters on my Eyes

The worse decision I ever made in my life was 3 years ago, when I decided that I knew better than everyone else, especially Hubs, and had the Lasik eye surgery done on both of my peepers.

The only person in favor of the surgery - well, besides me, of course - was the eye surgeon, and looking back, I should have realized that he had slightly ulterior motives. As in my pocketbook.

Anywho, he pulled out his light saber wand and performed his "magic" and all was well in my seeing world for about 2.5 years.

The last 6 months have sucked.

Excessive dry eyes. Halos at night. Blurry vision in the distance, and no vision at all up close. I am a walking wreck when it comes to the eyes.

I went and had the eyes checked this morning, and pretty much flunked every eye test they threw at me.

"Tell me what number you see in the colored dots," the eye tech asked.

"Number? There's a number in there? Is this a joke?" was my reply.

"Which is better....one? Or two?" she asked.

"Uh....neither? Is that an option?" I would answer.

So, yeah, it went like that.

After much whispering and consulting and shaking their heads, the eye tech and the eye doctor grimly gave me the diagnosis.

My eyes are SO dry, that I have blisters on them.

"Is that even possible???" you ask. Cuz I asked, too.

Apparently, yes...because I'm totally serious. I have LESIONS on my eyes from how dry they are. Ack!

Most people would get a prescription of Restasis, and call it a day. I not only get a prescription of Restasis, but I also have ANOTHER lubricant to be used four times a day, in addition to the Restasis drops, twice a day...AND, I must, must, must put hot compresses on my eyes every day for 10 minutes. To stimulate the ducts. Don't ask.

And they weren't done with the bad news.

No more over-the-counter reading glasses for me. Nope, I'm now back in prescription lenses for reading.

And - I have another appointment in a month to see if I'm making any progress.

Joy.

As I sit here, with dilated eyes that can't see a thing (it's a miracle I'm typing this - God knows what it will end up looking like, because I absolutely cannot see the keyboard), I just have to ponder...

What the hell did I pay that eye surgeon for 3 years ago???!!!??

Peace.

Leaf-Raking Fish

"Hurricane force" winds are blowing across the Midwest today.

Normally, I'd be all "gah" and "bleh" over that news, but because we have approximately seven trillion leaves in our back yard, I am all about the wind.

I love fall, and I love the multi-colored leaves - when they stay on the trees, that is. I don't like them so much when they fall and blanket all of my grass and I know it's just a matter of time when one of us in this family has to get out there and rake.

Normally, that's the Hubs, but I help. Sometimes.

So - I'm a little excited about the wind today, as I see it as "free labor" that will help dissipate the leaves in my yard. Not that I'm wishing them on my neighbors - gah! What kind of person do you think I am??!

If the leaves would just blow about 10 feet to the north, they'd all land in the lake, and then the fishes would get to enjoy the autumnal splendor, just like us.

Which begs the question...do fishes swim really fast and then throw themselves into big piles of leaves at the bottom of the lake?

Hmmm.....just wondering.

Peace.

Weekend in Review: The Lazy Edition

After the totally insane, what-the-hell-was-I-thinking, crazy-busy three days last weekend, I really, REALLY needed a quiet, peaceful weekend...the kind of weekend where you just vegetate and relax and be lazy and do nothing.

Well. Nothing, except watch football.

Duh. I may be tired, but I'm not dead. Geesh.

My plan was to be so lazy, that even my cats would look at me in disgust and wonder what I was good for. Yeah - THAT lazy.

So, Friday night was spent watching the original "Pirates of the Caribbean" on the Boob Tube. Family Movie Night, and all that. Having seen this movie approximately 1,293,572 times, I still love watching Captain Jack Sparrow, aka Johnny Depp, sashaying across my screen.

And, after completing the movie for the 1,293,573rd time, I still didn't understand half of it.

But that's okay. Cuz' if Johnny Depp is on the screen, I really don't need to follow the plot. I just follow his brown eyes. Ahem. All from the sanctuary of my sofa. And my cushions. And my sofa pillows. Bliss.

Saturday, I actually managed to muster up a tad bit of energy, and headed out to do a Red Cross safety exhibit for about three hours.

The exhibit was outside. The good news? It was like a spring day - temperatures were not too bad. The bad news? It was like a spring day - so the wind was blowing 100 mph, and my brochures and signage kept blowing halfway to Oklahoma. Nothing like chasing papers and brochures and signs over a parking lot all morning.

Running around in circles for three hours on a Saturday morning will take a bit out of ya', so when I got home that afternoon, I plopped (I love that word - "plopped." So descriptive.) in front of the Boob Tube again, only this time, it was tuned in to college football.

First on the agenda? My #1 SEC team, Auburn. I have been a Tigers fan for many, many years, which makes no sense, living in the midwest, as I do, so don't ask me to explain, because I really can't. As I said, it makes no sense.

Anywho, Auburn beat LSU. Check. One down.

That evening, my #1 Overall College team, Missouri, played the Sooners in front of a national audience. Two unbeaten teams - Missouri's homecoming - it had all the makings of a good game.

And it was.

My Missouri Tigers beat Oklahoma. Check. Two down.

Sunday was spent watching my beloved #1 NFL team, the Chiefs, take on Jacksonville.

My boys in read beat the Jaguars. Check.

A perfect Football Trifecta for the weekend.

Life is good.

My sofa was better.

And I out-lazied my cats.

Peace.

Family of the Day at WDW

Karma.

My sister deserves good things after the horribly embarrassing fiasco of my mother posting a picture of her in her underwear on Facebook on Wednesday. That would be yesterday's post, if you missed it....

Well, yesterday, sister and her new blended family were chosen the "Family of the Day" at the Magic Kingdom in Walt Disney World. Kinda' like "Queen for a Day" - but with Mouse ears, as my sister said.

Woot. Yay for her and her family!

I just wonder, as they were going on the parade, if anyone in the crowd said, "Wait a minute...isn't she the girl that was wearing her underwear and the garter belt on Facebook yesterday? I think I recognize her!"

No. I'm sure that didn't happen. Hee.

Peace.

Seniors and Social Media

My sister got married over the weekend...


Traci & Jason...

...which made for one long and insanely crazy-busy three days...

Friday afternoon was the rehearsal, of which I had to attend, as I was doing a reading during the ceremony....The venue was way up north - about 300 miles from my house, or so it seemed, and it took near forever to get there and then it took near forever to get everyone involved to settle down and actually start "rehearsing."

My sister had given me an excerpt from Kahlil Gibran's book, "The Prophet," to read. But, in the interest of having some fun and generating some laughs, when it was my turn to go up and actually read during the rehearsal, I instead, did the famous Peter Cook scene from "The Princess Bride", seriously intoning,

"Marriage. Marriage is what brings us together...." In my best Peter Cook voice and accent. Of course.



My sister and her fiance, Jason, died. From laughter...so it was all good.


Doing the "real" reading at the wedding...no joking here!

Then, we drove the 450 miles back to my house, where Hubs and I hosted the Rehearsal Dinner for about 55 people, 30 of which were children, so it seemed more like 326 people in the house. Whew. Fun.

Sunday was the actual event - and it was beautiful and my sister looked beautiful and I did the REAL reading and all was well.

My mom took about 462 photos that day - both before the ceremony, as well as afterwards...and she proceeded to post them on Facebook yesterday for everyone to enjoy.


Mom & Dad at the wedding

And here's where the trouble began.

My mother had taken a photo of my sis in the dressing room, with my sister showing off her garter belt. My sister was wearing her camisole, her panties, and the garter. And nothing else.

And my mom posted this picture on FACEBOOK!!!!

When I saw it yesterday, I first spewed my Diet Dr. Pepper all over my computer screen, and I then picked up the phone and immediately tried to call my Mom to tell her to GET THAT PHOTO OFF!

Mom didn't answer the phone. She wasn't home. Uh oh.

No telling how many perverts had seen the photo by now.

I left a somewhat panicked voice mail for my mom, imploring her to take that photo down.

About 30 minutes later, my sis calls me from her honeymoon in Florida...she had now apparently seen the photo, and was calling me in a panic, imploring me to take the photo off of Facebook.

I told her I hadn't put it up - therefore, I couldn't take it down - but I had already called Mom and given her explicit instructions.

Sister decided to call Mom, too, and EMPHASIZE the need for immediate removal of that photo.

Mom called about an hour later...saying, "I took it down. I don't see what the big deal was...you couldn't see anything."

"Mom...she was in her UNDERWEAR!"

"I know that...but the picture was in good taste...you couldn't see anything. She looked pretty."

"Mom...I repeat...she was in her UNDERWEAR!!! You DON'T put photos like that on Facebook!!!!"



Geesh. I'm not so sure that seniors and social media are a good fit sometimes.




Me and my kids at the wedding...haven't had a photo with the 3 of them in a long time!

Peace.

Walking the Red Carpet in KC

So, last night I got an opportunity to rub elbows with the rich & famous here in Kansas City.

Okay, the paradox in that above sentence made me laugh..."rich & famous" and "Kansas City" really don't normally go together in the same sentence, but last night, we did indeed have a very famous guest right here in Cowtown...and I, personally, got to shake the man's hand and chat with him....

The visitor? None other than Bob Schieffer...the guy who worked with CBS News for over 40 years, and has served as the moderator at Face the Nation since 1991. I mean, this guy has won seven Emmys - SEVEN! That's seven more than I've won, so count me as impressed.




Bob was here to speak at the 11th Annual Genevieve Byrne Speaker Series, an annual fundraiser for the American Red Cross of Greater Kansas City.

I purchased the tickets awhile back, which allowed Hubs and I to not only hear him speak, but take part in a cocktail party beforehand.

Of course, it was an agonizing decision on what to wear - "business casual" - as I wanted to appear oh-so-sophisticated and oh-so-chic, while trying to not overdo it and not overthink it - and so I decided to go with this little ensemble:


I apologize for the horrible picture - I don't have the "take a picture of yourself while looking in a mirror" mastered yet. Ahem.

I topped off this little grey/black masterpiece with my bright, candy-apple red Beijo bag...as every follower of "What Not to Wear" knows, you MUST have a pop of color when wearing neutrals....




So, Hubs and I arrived at the cocktail party, along with only a small crowd of 500 other honored guests, and as we nibbled and noshed on some delicious appetizers and drank the obligatory wine and made polite small-talk with the other benefactors, I kept one eye out for Bob.

And there he was. About 10 feet away from me.

I grabbed Hubs and we walked over to shake Bob's hand...and I would have taken a photo, but I quickly realized that no one else was taking photos, and I really didn't want to seem like a celebrity-obsessed stalker with gauche manners - although that really does describe me to a "T" - and so I didn't take a photo of this momentous occasion.

Where is that darn paparazzi when you need them??!!?

You'll just have to take my word for it that I shook Bob's hand and made small-talk for a minute or two, about how much we appreciated him coming to Kansas City to speak, and did he like my dress and shoes and red purse that I picked out specifically for him? (okay, that last part is not true - I'm not THAT gauche!), and then it was time to move on so I didn't come across as a celebrity-obsessed stalker. Which I totally am.

We eventually made our way over to the stage area, to grab our seats to hear him speak...



...and he was good.

He can certainly tell a good story (duh...he's a journalist!), and he spoke of his career over the years, and how politics has changed, and it was all very, very funny, informative, and enlightening.

His favorite politician? Lyndon Johnson - because both Bob and Lyndon were from Texas....

His favorite guest on Face the Nation? Sam Nunn, Chairman of the Senate Services Committee. When asked why Mr. Nunn was his favorite guest, Bob replied, "Because Sam is smart enough to realize when he doesn't have anything important to say... and he shuts up. Which is more than what most of our guests do."

His least favorite guest? Janet Reno. Because "she would always preface every sentence with, 'As I've said before...'" and according to Bob, she'd never say anything after that...she never answered the questions....

He told stories of Walter Cronkite and Barbara Walters and Bill Clinton and FOX news and Jon Stewart - and it was great.

And I enjoyed it.

And I looked good. That outfit was smokin'. The bag was poppin'.

And next time, I don't care HOW gauche it is, I am SO taking a photo of me and the celebrity.

Watch out, George Clooney.

Peace.

Takedown!!!

I’m really too old for this...

After wining and dining all weekend, I guilted myself into climbing onto my treadmill Monday morning….

It was a rather pathetic attempt at trying to atone for the damage I did this weekend to my waistline.

I jogged/walked/ crawled for about 2 miles and then said, “Good enough!!”

Later that afternoon, I drove over to visit my sister.

Sis was showing me the remodeling they’ve done in their house, when we happened to look out the back window and saw their 100-pound Golden Retriever, Cujo Shiloh, making a break for freedom through the not-quite-latched gate. Uh oh.

Sis breaks into a dead run, yelling over her shoulder, “OMG! We have to catch him! He won’t stop!”

I start sprinting behind her – down the stairs – out the front door – and sure enough, there goes Cujo – running down the block, as fast as his hairy legs can take him…with Sis, two of her step-daughters, and me – chasing….

She's not kidding. This dog is not stopping.

Of course, this big hairy evil canine thinks this is all a game, and as soon as we’d get within grabbing distance, he’d take off again. ARGH!

About five houses up the street, I managed to sneak up behind him and made a desperate lunge, grabbing his collar.

Well, Cujo wasn’t going to go back to captivity willingly, so the dog drops to its knees (do dogs have knees?) and the four of us are literally dragging this mangy mutt through the grass and back to the kennel.

(He’s really not mangy…I’m just mad at him, so I’m being deliberately insulting to him on this blog as a means to extract just a tiny bit of revenge.)

And here’s where we made a critical error.

We’re one step from the gate, and Cujo gives all indications at this time that he’s quite happy to go back into his kennel…and so, we let go.

Psych!

Cujo does a 180-turn and takes off. Again. Only, because he knows what lies in store for him if he’s caught, he’s running faster now. With wild abandon and only one thing on his mind – FREEDOM!

As he's running down the block, faster than ever, he turns around, and I swear I heard him say, "Suckers!!!"

Are you freakin’ kidding me??!!!??!!

We start chasing him – AGAIN – and this time, he manages to get quite a ways down the street…

…and I’m huffin’ and I’m puffin’ and I'm wheezin' and I am SO cursing this dog….

We eventually get the dog somewhat cornered, and we all lunge for him, and the next thing I know, I've tackled the dog and have him pinned to the ground in a headlock….

Cujo isn't going anywhere. Fool me once....

I whispered, “You’re mine now. You think I ENJOYED our little romp through the neighborhood??!!”

Yeah…just call me “The Hammer.”

I could have skipped the treadmill that morning.

Peace.

My Turn to Woo

So, it was my turn to do the wooing this past weekend.

Hubs had woo'd last month, if you remember, with this little post here...

So, October is my month to take the horns and make the plans...not that I was trying to upstage him or anything, because really, that wouldn't be at all nice or fair, but can I help it if I love to make plans and do exciting and different things?

Saturday, we headed to downtown Kansas City to the Hyatt Regency, where a fantastic restaurant, Skies, sits atop. Skies is a revolving, rooftop restaurant that offers a very unique & exciting view of the Kansas City skyline, while dining on some fabulous food. We were 500 feet above the ground, giving us a bird's eye view of the entire city in it's fall-like glory below us....

We arrived for our 5:30 pm reservation and were promptly seated...

...and my first course was my drink of choice...which, if you knew that to be a chocolate martini, kudos to you! It was divine....



...we then had the jumbo lump crab cakes for an appetizer...these were near-perfect, with a delicate, crunchy crust, and a perfect blend of crabmeat, sweet corn puree, and a touch of grilled lime for some zing...



While nibbling on these, we enjoyed the views out of our windows...this is a great shot of our skyline here in Kansas City... Downtown was hoppin' on Saturday night, as Carrie Underwood was performing at the Sprint Center, which is that shorter, round building in the middle:



To the left of the Sprint Center is the Power & Light District, which has bars, restaurants and other entertainment venues...it's a great place to just hang out and spend an evening with friends.

Our entrees arrived shortly...I was having the crab-stuffed filet mignon, topped with a Jack Daniels peppercorn glaze, sitting on a bed of mashed potatoes with a side of green beans:



Hubs had the seabass, served with asparagus orzo:



We both agreed that we each had the best dish...I don't eat red meat very often, but that filet was very good. I especially liked the mashed potatoes...creamy and with just the right amount of salt.

We then split the chocolate mouse, but I don't have a picture. I got so impatient to eat it, I forgot to take a photo until it was half-gone. Sorry. Trust me - it was delicious!

By then, the sun had set, and it was beautiful outside...



After dinner, we walked through the "Link" - a series of glass bridges that connect the Hyatt Regency with several other buildings close by, including the American Heartland Theater, our next stop for the evening.

We arrived at the theater with 10 minutes to spare - and so we were promptly seated to watch the show, "The Love List".



The Love List is a comedy that warns you to be careful what you wish for. Two men concoct a list of the attributes of the ideal woman - the "top ten" best qualities in a mate. When this allegedly 'Ideal Woman' actually arrives on the scene the men quickly learn that their list could use a few revisions...and this leads to some very humorous and outrageous moments.

We enjoyed this - a lot. It started off a little slow, but then picked up steam and rolled along.

On the way home, Hubs and I had a great time coming up with our own "Top 10" list of attributes we looked for in our partner - which led to some good discussion and some good belly laughs!

All-in-all, a very good date night. As it should be.

Peace.

Butt-Dialed

I was driving down the road yesterday, on my way to visit my parents, when Hubs called me on my cell phone.

In a somewhat panicky tone of voice, he asked,

"Have you seen my cell phone anywhere?"

Because, of course, one of my jobs as the Mom/Wife is the "All-Knowing Seer...So When Things Get Lost, I Know EXACTLY Where to Find Them."

Yeah, right.

I answered, "Sorry, dear...I know you had it yesterday..."

I went on to suggest that perhaps he should call it, and see if it "rings" anywhere in the house where he could hear it. He said he would try that, and promptly hung up.

About 30 seconds after hanging up from Hubs, I arrived at my folks' house, where I spent a lovely afternoon socializing with the family.

Imagine my surprise, when several hours later, I went back to my car and discovered this in the front driver seat:













Oops. I guess I had been sitting on my Husband's cell phone the ENTIRE TIME on my way over to my parents' house, and never knew it. I swear, I got into the car in a very, dark garage - and black on black, in a dark garage, is my excuse. And I'm sticking to it.

The good news was, I was able to call Hubs and say, rather meekly, "I found your phone."

Talk about "butt-dialing."

Peace.