YAWP!
I passed Max 300 again today, again with a crappy grade - but, for the first time, I had a witness. My mother drove up here from Swainsboro and is staying overnight with me so she can leave with a tour in the morning. She was watching during my workout, and watched me survive to the end of M300. Afterward she said she understood what I meant about having 911 on speed dial. We talked a bit about the types of music there were, and she told me about bebop jazz, of which I didn not know that Rugged Ash was an example. We agreed that Orion .78 is awful noise.