I ain't no mathematician, but I think I know what I would do. Named after legendary game show host Monty Hall of Let's Make A Deal" fame, it's called the Monty Hall problem. Given three doors to pick to pick from: one with a brand new car lurking behind it and the other two with identical cans of soup. What would you do? I'm picking door One. I'd be fine with that, but then Monty gets tricky. Of course, he know where the car is, so adds a touch more risk. He opens door number Three to reveal one of those cans of tomato soup. Now, why did he do that? Go and complicate my life like that. But wait. I'm still ok with my choice of doors. I still feel real good about my choice of One. Now, he gets downright mean and dirty. He asks me if I want to change my door. My gut tells me stick with One. The chances of driving away in that car are equal. However mathematicians, who have survived a lot more Statistics and Probability classes than I, tell me I'll improve my chances of winning by switching to Two. They tell me my chances of winning improve to 2/3 of a better chance, than mine of 1/3. Now, self-doubt is beginning to creep in and do its thing. Have I told you lately that I HATE math? I'm too stubborn. I'm sticking with my first choice. You? I'm beginning to think that this choice is not going to be any kind of a 'deal'. Monty Hall the classic huckster! Alive and well today, and as Elenka is fond of saying, "...making my brain itch!" Please pass the crackers. I LOVE tomato soup!