In Pennsylvania, don't you have small towns or villages of I want it, I need it, Blue Balls, and the way to chocolate city is straight up the Hershey Highway, if I remember correctly. Always thought there was some kind of repressed sexual undercurrent going on up there. Went into a bar off of Fort Indian Town Gap. Saw several women already drunk. The all were of the larger side, and had a look about the face that made me wonder about unusual family practices. Saw more at a different bar and at small stores. Decided if I ever came back would bring feed corn. Now you say your Sec. of Health is a sexual pervert? Do not know if correct, but not surprised. When I lifted from Three Mile Island and landed in Cincinnati the difference in women in that international airport was striking and pleasant. Felt like I had returned from somewhere, even though I was nowhere near home.