This is great! I think I was born in the wrong century. Back when I was knee-high to a grasshopper, the lead caveman of the family would paint himself red and pretend he was Santa while all the village children would wait in line after gathering nuts and berries (barefoot in the snow) to sit in his lap and tell him what we wanted for Christmas. Now, if you can track his location using Google, I'm sure you can just as easily send him a text (instead of sitting in his lap).