Dino installed this door-bottom foot-grabbing gizmo so that one can exit with both hands full of his coffee, all his toilet paper, some chairs or his water heater decorated with the Sopranos posters which shares space with his toilet. (females don't stay long in his rest-room!)
No joy here - I can't dance a lick - so I can't figure the dumb thing out.
How I kept my hands warm this morning on the Group W bench with the winds blowing straight up the street. w/o a wind-break of any kind it was a bit raw - so I put my heated liners back on.
Stig
