After years of sulking, griping, praying and crying over Marvin's taking all my morel mushrooms, a miracle has happened: He came to my door this morning with a bag of over a quart of mushrooms he'd found! And told me he'll give me half of whatever he finds on my place. Maybe our kindnesses to his children are paying off. I guess I'll stop calling him a mushroom thief. ROFL. Actually, except for this one little problem, Marvin has always been good to us, offering us use of his generator when power is off during ice storms, volunteering to plow a garden spot, and other kindnesses. The Lord works in mysterious ways!