About three years ago I took an old junk shop and turned it into a 100 seat art house (Avalon Cinema. Corvallis, OR). Aside from the sheer hell of dealing with local building regs ("Need to move that handrail down 3/4s of an inch, son.") to federal reg's ("ADA won't allow you to have any more of an incline in your auditorium"), there was the general fun of starting a new business. All the locals thought i was building a porno house (There was enough intrest in that idea that when the shut-off notices started showing up on the door . . . .) since that is surely what "Art Cinema" must be the euphorism for. But, after three years, a divorce, using up every personal asset, selling my Harley, and various other personal crisis, it looks like we're going to make it. at this rate, i should be earning $1.50 a day by the end of this millinium. The Visa cards are paid off and the box office reports actually get done within a week after the show finals. I got a good booker, good crew, good friends who all pitch in more than expected. It was the hardest damn thing i ever did. i'll be surprised if the financial payoff would have been the same if i used that expensive education to get a "real job", but i look forward to going to work. if there is a problem, it's MY fault and i can fix it. I even bought my Harley back. Life is good. Paul