I doubt I would know avant garde if it bit me, though in high school I thought my love of Bob Dylan, espresso coffee and Benson and Hedges cigarettes made me so. Ah, how the years change your perspective! I noticed on your profile that you're three days younger than my younger son. I wonder if he considers me avant garde? Nah, I'm his mom; to him I'm just weird. Thanks for the thought, though. From your posts I've often thought we'd enjoy each other's company irl.