I keep tellin you that it's not POP you should be concerned with,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,it's the MOM. The MOM that used to cart your boney ARSE oll over hell's creation to keep your face smiling. The MOM that would butter pops up so he's say yes to your ridiculous requests. The MOM that drove you to school and ended up helping you gut a deer. The MOM that has shot bigger deer and caught bigger fish that you only dream about. The MOM that has been on every single moose drag that you've been on. I say again, don't worry about POPS just grease the skids with MOM. BTW, the computer is back up and running.