broken ankles and broken knuckles. Trust me, I know. Your favorite Alaskan reporter was driving from Anchorage to Fairbanks (an Aleutian man recieved an award there for something)....not sure what, since I didn't make the story. Some dumbass crossed over the yellow line into my lane (talking on his freakin' cell phone) clipped the drivers side and sent me into the ditch, flipping the live truck (van actually) on it's side, broke my ankle. Broke my knuckle when the metal part that holds the outside mirror smacked into my hand with some good force (had my hand out the window...got it back inside just in time). So, I am without my pinky and ring fingers on my left hand for the next six weeks....and use of my left foot. Oh, I was pissed. Got taken to Fairbanks for treatment (and this was all during my week vacation...big story, they call me), drugs were good, nurses were hot....so all was not bad.:biggrin1: Now in a foot cast (said no to the hand cast...got a wrap instead) and an extra week off. So, that is what is going on in the world of your favorite Alaskan reporter. Hope all is well with everyone else. Rock on, Damiaen ps: in case you are wondering, I only type with my index and middle fingers and my thumbs (always have).