rcellis said:I can easily imagine I'm in a grand private club filled with overstuffed leather, thick persian rugs and the scent of fine cigars. On the walls are trophy heads of big african game and portraits of Illustrious past members that need no nameplates........comfortably discussing weighty and trivial matters over coffee and cognac......to the right is the club library....surrounded by bookcases and card indexes, and over there is the 'specimen' display - ranks of classic and notable firearms in glass cases.....Clint
"The High Road was our last, best hope for peace. A self-contained world millions of gigabytes large, located in neutral Internet territory. A place of commerce and diplomacy for a quarter of a million humans and aliens i.e. Texans. A shining beacon in cyber- space, all alone in the night.
rcellis said:....your picture is pretty close to the place I was painting. (Is this a picture of your study? Den? One could hope)