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LIST FILE ON MARGIN IS 76 STATUS: ALL ALLOWED NUMBER OF LINES: 629 1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask.... 2 ************************ REMOVED: 12 JAN 84 **************** 3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System) Mike Day System operator 4 ************************************************************ 5 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: BWMS IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INFORMATION 6 PLACED ON THIS SYSTEM. 7 BWMS was created as an electronic bill board. BWMS is a privatly owned 8 and operated system which is currently open for use by the general public. 9 No restrictions are placed on the use of the system. As the system is 10 privatly owned, I retain the right to remove any and all messages which 11 I may find offensive. Because of the limited size of the system, it will be 12 periodically purged of older messages. (only 629 lines of data can be saved) 13 To leave a message, type 'ENTER' and use ctrl/C or break to get out of the 14 ENTER mode. The message is automatically stored. If after entering the 15 message you find you made a mistake, use the replace command to replace 16 the line. To exit from the system, type 'OFF' then hang up. 17 Type 'HELP' to see other commands that are available on the system. 18 *********************************************************** 19 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 20 21 WANTED: TO BUY OR LEASE 22 One cute adorable donkey 23 Should be sensitive with big brown eyes 24 Able to work long hours 25 No experience necessary, Will train 26 27 CONTACT: --Serena-- 28 Albanian Consulate 29 Ashkhabad, Turkomen 30 USSR PH# COmmie 4-5318 31 32 Leonard: Watch out! 33 I think you are being followed. As the old Albanian proverb goes: Those 34 who stick their nose in Albanian affairs may find themselves and their Model 35 100 to be ancient history. --Serena-- 36 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 37 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 38 BIG BILL: 39 INTERESTING DEVELOPMENT ABOUT NATASHA; AND NO I DON'T OWN A '57 CHEVY. 40 TOO MUCH OF A WESTERN ITEM FOR ME. SERENA DRIVES A VW MICROBUS. BUT HER 41 SUDDEN DEMISE SADDENS ME GREATLY. ALL RESOURCES OF THE ALBANIAN REVOLUTIONARY 42 MOVEMENT WILL FOCUS ON FINDING HER MURDERER. ISN'T A STICKSHIFT THE WEAPON 43 OF THE <GASP!!> NINJA? 44 MOHAMMED WASSIR 45 <The Perplexed Albanian> 46 P.S.: To Brendan, Daver, d, and everyone else. Terrific writing!!! Keep it 47 up. 48 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 49 50 FOR LEASE OR SALE 51 One intolerable jackass 52 totally vulnerable to big browm eyes 53 hours negotiable 54 nose for albanian affairs. 55 Contact vlad (the impaler) 56 c/o rumanian embassy 57 P>O> Box 222 58 New York, N.Y. 59 (no problem with intelligent conversation(studied under Francis)) 60 61 62 HAS anybody been following the machinations of the HEDINSAC COMMITTEE? 63 Please leave message - or massage - or whatever. 64 Love and Kisses 65 The Village Priest 66 ------------ 67 Is this the same BWMS I know and love? 68 69 P. V. Jeltz 70 ------------ 71 To any and all: 72 73 Lonesome Loner is in need of people for his band. If you like music 74 and want to do some "variety" leave me a message. 75 76 Sorry!!! I don't need "Rock-N-Rollers". Just the good ol' variety sound. 77 78 Oh, by the way, I'm still looking for a lady to pal around with! 79 80 Leave message IMMEDIATELY! 81 82 THE ONE AND ONLY 83 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-LONESOME LONER=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 84 85 GARY: DID YOU GET MY MESSAGE? LEAVE ME ONE IF YOU DID OR DIDN'T. 86 87 THANKX! 88 =-=-=-=-=-==-=-==-=-==-==-==LONESOME LONER-==-==-==-==-==-==-==-==-==-= 89 >>----------------------------------------------------------------------------<< 90 91 Staring into the fire he recollected his thoughts of the day past...... 92 Coincidence ..and coincidence again ..a most disturbing pattern......Yet he felt 93 an odd pleasure in its occurrence .... 94 He had began his day as most voyages before....Going to the sea .... 95 to make peace with the forces that be....kneeling at the the end of the quay 96 and silently basking in its solitude. Reaching deeper and deeper into his sole. 97 A cleansing action to scour his spirit and relieve his trepidation of the 98 journey to come. As with most sailors he had fought with superstition and 99 omens and learned to accept both with uncertainty. If not resignation 100 Through his mind eye he became aware of anothers presence ....and when standing 101 to view this presence his acursed knee buckled, choking his oath and being 102 flooded with wave after wave of pain from his joint he managed but a few 103 glimpses of the figure on the pier next to him before darkness and pain obscured 104 the vision. It had been a woman swathed in a warm brown fabric clutching an 105 unlight lantern ... a woman of beauty and compassion yet he knew not how he came 106 by these impressions. She had possessed a familiarity not unknown to him but 107 from where ?............. 108 Ruefully he thought of her frightened departure from the dock. A great many 109 questions she may have had answers to...... 110 After his leg was again useable he walked to the landing where he had last seen 111 her. And holding his lantern close to the dock he saw a splash of paraffin. 112 Kneeling in pain for a closer examination he saw trapped in the wax a few 113 glistening threads .... pulling from his pocket the ribbon for comparison ... 114 he could not be sure but they were similar....Rising he saw to the east the 115 teltale signs of dawn....knowing he must not tary he made his way to the stream 116 Picking his way along the bank. Waiting until full light to ford the stream 117 he came to a likely place, current slack water shallow , he began .... 118 The crossing had been dangerous. The cold had pierced his knee and rendered it 119 useless. He knew he could not repeat the crossing soon without assistance and 120 he began a search for a staff. As he shuffled over the rounded rocks he found 121 many a stick....some too large others to weak and still others that were too 122 heavy.... none had the feel a proper pikestaff and all had the common failing 123 of being far too brittle.......All day he stumbled over the rocks. Basking in 124 the beauty of the stream....On one side the towering moss covered trees and 125 lush undergrowth ....on the other a swift scintillating stream, animated in its 126 own quest for freedom....and betwixt these two forces of nature a path .... 127 albeit rough....but a path none the less. Such serenity he thought...... 128 Deciding that he had travled far enough was not a hard decision. His 129 body ached for rest. Finding a sandy beach at the side of a great eddy was 130 profound luck and he busily set about making camp. Arranging his tent so that 131 he might best gaze towards the eddy. 132 While gathering his second load of fire wood he again looked towards the 133 slowly swirling stream.... and there as if it was in its own eddy not but a 134 few steps from shore ....a finely carved staff....Shocked at such a discovery 135 he waded out and grasped the object in his hands. Once on shore he wiped the 136 handsome staff off with a cloth...remarking to himself at its beauty ........ 137 How did it come to be here he thought ...why would one disguarded this staff... 138 Sensing a purpose to all that had happened but too tired to attempt an 139 explaination he drew his hand across his stomach and bowed upstream ........ 140 ............ 141 Shaking his head from thoughts of the day past ....he said to himself Let me examine 142 ........these things that have moved me .....Opening a cloth and spreading 143 it near the flickering fire he layed the satin ribbon, the staff, the coin 144 and holding the parchment near the fire to again read its words............ 145 he saw beneath the script and in an ink only visible when held to the light .... 146 .......was it a map.....yes he thought .....and words ......yes....... 147 but of what.......and by whom...... 148 149 >>--------------------------------------------------------------Brendan-------<< 150 151 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX 152 A man sits alone at a table to one side of the Inn, his cloak 153 drapped at the back of his chair, his head in his arms. Upon the 154 table sits a number of empty glasses. On several the foam has 155 long since hardened to a crusty ring. With the coming of dusk 156 once more, and the Inn again bustles with activity. Yet the man 157 sits oblivious to all. None dare aproach him for fear of his 158 angry moods that strike at seeming random. The pile of coins 159 that lay near him has been nearly depleated, and only a few 160 coppers and a silver are left. Finally he stires, then with an 161 angry shout he rises and slams his fist on the table rattling the 162 glasses and causing several to crash to the floor and shatter. 163 Many turn their head to see of this outburst, while the more 164 frequent patrons know it well and sadly turn away. Looking up he 165 searches for a familar face, yet he sees none. Even the 166 Innkeeper is nowhere to be found. Then off to the side near the 167 door he sees the barmaid Pam cleaning an old table. Even though 168 the years of rough use have left its mark on the table, it still 169 was sturdy and servicable. His steel gray eyes pause, and still 170 looking at Pam, slowly the the Inn changes. Then he is looking 171 at another time, another place, another maid. Great sadness 172 quickly fills his heart. With a jerk he is up and lurches to the 173 door and quickly is outside where none can see the tears that 174 stream down his face. With head hung low he stumbles down the 175 tree shrouded path back to the walkbridge once more. Fiercely 176 grasping the railing he looks up at the new moon and despirtly 177 trys to will the memories from his mind while the old railing 178 crumbles beneath his hands. In time he relaxes somewhat, and 179 lowering his head his looks down upon the rippling water as it 180 flows past the moss covered rocks. A final tear detaches itself 181 from his cheek to begin its short journey to merge once more with 182 the flowing stream. At that very moment a stick flows from 183 beneath the span and captures the tear. But hold! Upon closer 184 inspection it is not a stick but a staff! As the tear touches 185 the staff, it quickly spreads and soon covers the staff and is 186 one with it. Then a beam of light reached out from the moon at 187 touched the staff and it scintillated and sparks coruscated from 188 it. Then a cloud once more covered the moon and once more it was 189 but a wayward staff. For a moment it paused slowly turning in a 190 wirlpool as if wishing to stay and comfort this poor sole, but 191 then in a moment it broke free of the spell and was off once 192 again, its journey not yet complete. With a heavy sigh the man 193 pulled his cloak about him and trudged off into the night. 194 * Tarn * 195 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX 196 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++; 197 Not caring for this drivel, I will move on to other places and things. 198 +++++++++++++ The In Sane Scientist +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 199 --------------------------------------------------------- 200 Rory sat before a small fire. He had wandered far that day. 201 He had wandered into a small glade beside a trickling stream, and made to 202 follow it down, but the piper that had brought him to this state, unseen, 203 had woven the strains of that music he could not resist. His panic was gone. 204 He rested before a small shelter made of willow branches daubed thickly 205 with leaves and mud. It had not been easy starting a fire, the mists had 206 not lifted the entire day, and he felt that he was isolated in another 207 universe, one that only slightly impinged upon that of the inn. Weaponless 208 and tooless, except for the skean dhu in his boot top, he had constructed 209 this shelter. Night had already fallen. 210 He longed for the warmth of the inn, but sat silent. Surely he was being 211 held here for some purpose. The means of his imprisonment, he knew, he 212 had brought onto himself. Seven years had he spent fingering the pipes. 213 Seven long years, studying under the masters of the craft. He had learned 214 the Coel Bag, the lesser music of marches and dancing. He had fled from 215 the lessons that would lead to mastry. 216 217 The Coel Mor, the great piping, was more than his sensitive soul could 218 stand. The music that was torn from frenzys of emotion shook his mind 219 like a leaf. His master had played the piobarechead called "A FLAME OF 220 WRATH", composed by a piper who watched his most hated enemy burn, locked 221 in his house with his wife and three children. Rory had been unconcious 222 for nearly three days thereafter. The damage that he had done in his frenzy 223 was unthinkable to him even now. 224 225 Rory sat, watching the flickering flames curl up, sizzling on fresh damp 226 wood. He knew the geas was upon him. He could not escape his fate. He 227 must learn to control the great bursts of emotion before he could leave this 228 place, and he would not be the same man who came here. 229 ---------------------------------rory--------------------------------------- 230 TO MIKE DAY AND EVERYONE ELSE-DOES ANYBODY HAVE OR KNOW OF THE ICS BOARD 231 ON BAINBRIDGE ISLAND AND ITS PHONE NUMBER OR A LIST OF BBS'S IN THE 232 SEATTLE AREA AND ANY INFORMATION ON THE "SYSTOP.COM" PROGRAM FROM THE 233 CITADEL LIBRARY::::::MY NAME IS RICK AND CAN BE REACHED AT 287-xxxx::::: 234 THANK YOU FOR ANY HELP I CAN GET OUT THERE:::::::::::::1/8/84-11:00 AM. 235 "If any strangers come, hide until you are sure you are alone. Hide 236 for your life until I come to get you! Now, what are you goint to do 237 the instant you see someone?" the man had growled. 238 And Marc had stood up proud and defiant and answered, "I hide!". 239 But that had been so long ago, and the lessons the Garden had to offer 240 he had learned well. Tricking a landragon was nothing in comparison 241 to fooling a Man. So he hid and waited. 242 Within minutes, a man topped the ridge from the ocean side. Marc 243 peered out of the bushes, trying to study the man's face with the 244 techniques he'd learned. His mind jogged back aggain to the man's face 245 and the small, cramped room. Where had he learned this? But the 246 danger at hand drove all other thoughts from his mind. He could see 247 by the man's manners and expression that he was not hiddedn, and 248 more certainly that the man had come here for him. 249 He studied the stranger closely. He was no longer young, and 250 somewhat tall and slender. It would have looked better on him 251 in his youth, but now it made him look gaunt, undernourished, and 252 lended an angular quality to his face. His dark hair and eyes and pale 253 complexion were a startling contrast to Marc's blonde, deeply tanned 254 body. 255 "Good morning, Marcus." the man stopped and kneeled before 256 Marc's hiding place. "I'm Ben, remember me?" 257 Marc's eyes filled with wonder. Of course! Suddenly the 258 memories came flooding back into his consciousness of growing up 259 seemingly a lifetime ago, in the Center. This was the man's face 260 he remembered, but different now, not much older, just different. 261 Ben had been his teacher, guardian, and had left him in the Garden. 262 He remembered the other children, the strange, silent games... 263 ______________________DAVER (AGAIN)________________________________ 264 265 SERENA: 266 I HAVE PHILLIPE, THE DWARF. IF YOU WILL LET BYGONES BE BYGONES, 267 HE WILL BE RETURNED UNHARMED. I'M SORRY ABOUT PEDRO, BUT A PARTY 268 IS A PARTY, AND WHAT'S A PARTY WITHOUT A BARBECUE? HE ONLY HAD 269 THREE LEGS, ANYWAY. MCKANE CAME BACK FOR SECONDS. 270 271 CONTREMON VALERIUS 272 273 ********************************************************************* 274 PS. REMIND ME TO TELL YOU ABOUT LIGHTNING, MY THREE LEGGED CAMEL 275 SOMETIME. --CV--- 276 277 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 278 This is the Ninja again. Yes, my weapon is the stick. I would like to say 279 to all you who doubt that the Ninja follow Bushido more then any other 280 warrior and that is what makes us the ultimate killing machine. 281 **********************Ninja Loo Tau Foo********************************** 282 RICK: SORRY, NO I DON'T KNOW THE NUMBER, SUGGEST YOU LOOK ON CBBS (646-xxxx) 283 OR 284-xxxx) AND USE THE HELP FUNCTION TO LOOK AT THE LIST OF NUMBERS THERE 284 IT IS REASONABLY UP TO DATE (AS MUCH SO AS IS POSSIBLE WITH THE EVERCHANGING 285 FLOW OF BBS'S) IF THEY DON'T HAVE THE ONE YOU WANT, AT LEAST IT WILL HAVE 286 SOME IN THE AREA WHICH SHOULD BE ABLE TO LEAD YOU TO THE ONE YOU WANT. 287 **************** CISTOP MIKEY ***************************************** 288 THERE ARE SOME VERY GOOD WRITERS ON HERE ! KEEP IT GOIN'! 289 ***************************************************************************** 290 TIRED OF WAITING WHISPER ROSE AND MOVED OUT THE DOOR AND ON TO THE BRIDGE 291 LOOKING DOWN AT THE WATER SHE ENJOYED THE SWIRL AND RIPPLE OF THE WATERS 292 SLOWLY, PATIENTLY, SHE LET HER MIND FLOW INTO THE PATTERN OF SUNLIGHT ON 293 THE SURFACE OF THE STREAM. AS HER MIND STILLED AND THE PATTERNS TOOK ON A 294 LIFE OF THEIR OWN, SHE OPENED HERSELF TO THE KNOWLEDGE OF HER NEXT DIRECTION 295 AND TO THE FEELINGS OF HER MASTER. SUDDENLY HER GAMIN GRIN SHONE FROM HER 296 FACE. SHE WAS FREE. A MONTHS VACATION, IT WOULD SURELY BE ENOUGH TO LEARN 297 MORE OF THIS AREA. NOW SHE MOVED LIGHTLY BACK TOWARD THE INN. ONE MORE 298 LOOK FOR THE APPRENTICE, AND THEN UPSTREAM TO SEE WHAT ELSE THE MOUNTAINS 299 HELD. 300 *******************************PROSPERO'S APPRENTICE*********************** 301 [][][][][][][][][][][][][] 1605 01/08/84 [][][][][][][][][][][][][] 302 303 SORRY, NO PROSE OF PAST TIMES. 304 305 LEONARD: WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THE 100 ? I AM VERY CURIOUS ABOUT 306 ITS UTILITY. CALL ME AT 245-xxxx DURING NORMAL OFFICE-TYPE HOURS. 307 308 PAM: CALL ME AT THE SAME NUMBER IF YOU WILL. SANTY BROUGHT A BAD BOARD. 309 310 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] DJJ [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 311 SORRY FOR THE DELAY TO ANY WHO TRYED TO GET ON THE SYSTEM THIS AFTERNOON 312 FROM 3:00PM TO 6:00PM WE HAD A SYSTEM FAILURE AND I HAVE BEEN BUSILY 313 WORKING TO CORRECT IT. A COUPLE OF INTERFACE IC'S DIED. BUT, ALL IS OK AND 314 WORKING AGAIN, SO HAVE AT IT. 315 ************ CISTOP MIKEY *********************************************** 316 !~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~! 317 The aqua-blue surf washed gently on the rocky beach as the early 318 morning fog started to burn off. A tall, khaki clad man stood pensively, 319 gazing out to sea. Though only in his middle thirties, his eyes had that 320 haunted, intense look of one who has seen too much. His thoughts dwelt 321 on dreams of fantasy, of dragons and heroic quests. 322 He was interrupted by a young uniformed police officer hurrying\ 323 up the beach. The young man hailed him; "Inspector, I have the forensic 324 report." A manila envelope was held towards him. 325 Chief Inspector Salazar of the Turkish National Police turned and 326 accepted the envelope. The fantasy replaced by the reality of murder. 327 He silently scanned the report. 328 VICTIM: Unidentified white female 25-28 yrs... 329 INDENTIFYING MARKS: Tatoo - left thigh - butterfly 330 Tatoo - right thigh - "McKane" 331 CAUSE OF DEATH: Trauma to the skull region by blunt instrument 332 MISC: No sign of sexual assault 333 Salazar glanced up; "Officer, what did the lab say about the gearshift 334 knob found at the scene?" 335 "Sir, it was from a brown and white '57 Chevy. They say it's probably 336 the murder weapon. No fingerprints, though." 337 The Inspector spoke almost to himself; "Damn, why can't these things 338 ever be simple. If McKane is involved this one's going to be a real can 339 of worms." He turned to his aide; "Try to find out what those crazy 340 Albanians are up to and see if you can get a line on that yacht seen in 341 the area last night." Almost as an afterthought: "Oh yes, round up the 342 usual suspects." The young man walked quickly away, relieved to be away 343 from the intenseness of his superior. 344 Salazar gave one last longing look to the sea. He sighed heavily 345 and started back to his office. His thought now on the dead young woman-- 346 Fantasy would have to wait... 347 !~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!Valinor!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~! 348 349 Don't leave me alone! 350 A cry in the night, 351 Of anguish heart-striking, 352 Of soul-killing fright. 353 Menolly 354 355 ............................................................................. 356 When he returned, he found his master awaiting him. "Well, Erik, I see that 357 you have been paying more attention than I had thought." 358 Erik saw that the stones were arrayed on the top of his master's work area. 359 He was suddenly very much aware of the fact that he had used them without 360 permission AND had not cleared them before replacing them among the other 361 tools. 362 "Don't worry, I would have done much them same in your place.", his master 363 said. "That is of course if I had 'heard' the call." 364 "Yes, I did NOT hear it! It seems that you may become a Journeyman sooner 365 than either of us expected." 366 A thousand thoughts whirled through his mind. He had heard, but his master 367 had not. His master approving his action. And greatest of all, the thought of 368 becoming a journeyman without another five or ten years of service. This last 369 was obvious to his master. 370 "I did not say you were ready now!" he thundered, "You still have much to 371 learn. But now, at least, I have evidence that you have the ability and 372 inborn talent required." 373 The apprentice, much chastened, ventured to ask: "Please sir, forgive me, 374 but what is happening?" 375 "That thou shalt learn when the time is proper. For now, know that thy staff 376 will be recieved by him whose call thou didst answer." 377 "I expect you to divide your time between studying lore and finishing your 378 new staff". At the apprentice's crestfallen look, he added- "We will start 379 with the red book tommorrow, not the green. And to save the time of cooking 380 and cleaning afterward, you may yet take your meal at the Inn. But mind now! 381 No more than an hour!" 382 Much heartened the apprentice bade his master good night and went off to his 383 pallet in the loft. As he drifted off to sleep, his master smiled while 384 making entries in a large tome. 385 .....................................the apprentice.......................... 386 Serena, Sandi, Lonesome, Deborah, d, Mckane, Valinor, Menolly, and the 387 Albanians et al: 388 389 ANNOUNCING 390 FIRST SEMI-NOCTURNAL 391 BACKWATER INNCOUNTER 392 -and- 393 AMATEUR DEBAUCH 394 SATURDAY 28 JANUARY 1984 395 396 *All ages and alter-egos welcome 397 *light beverages, muchies & chewies 398 *alter ego costuming not discouraged 399 400 6:00 pm Preliminary Inncounter 401 6:30 pm MELEE AT THE BRIDGE 402 (carpooling to Wash Sq. HYDROTUBES) 403 9:00 pm TOGA! TOGA! TOGA! 404 405 406 407 Replys appreciated, but not necessary (There is an import 408 restriction on sheeps eyes from Albania, so it is good to know 409 how many we'll need). 410 411 BE THERE OR BE 110 BAUD. THIS MESSAGE WILL REPEAT 412 413 414 CONTREMON VALERIUS 415 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 416 begin 417 : (@ #00!&< ")HP",T@#/ 1$2,!%58Q%8DC&;P1' 418 :>\!(A(R(D4B)G@2*JL"+MXR+P$C,S03-V< 419 :#.YHS.\TC/_ 40"-$1%9T1(ED2+Q43.]$41) 420 :U445E57A56:M%7=YU7@%F8C169F=&:IIV:LUF;O! 421 :7<R-'=U9W=XEG>[Q7?^]'@!*X@$6HA'B8B*N(C- 422 :ZXC0&ID329E6>)F9JYF<VIG?":HB.* 423 :IE:ZIHFJJKR:KN^*LQ*[LT6KMWB;NZN+O]Z[O 424 :'LP#3<Q&?,R)K\R,WLS/#=T2/-U5;]U8GMV;S=W> 425 :_-XA+^XD7NYGC>ZJO.[M[^[P'O\S3?]V?/ 426 :^YK_^\WO__# 427 end 428 Well Serena, when they get that msg, I will no longer be bothered by certain 429 amateurs I could name. 430 431 (No, it is NOT gibberish!) 432 Ninja: I still have my doubts, but I shall wait. BANZAI! 433 ___________________________________Leonard___________________________________ 434 435 436 _____________________________________________________________________________ 437 438 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 439 440 THE LONG PATH HOME IS COLD AND DAMP, THE CHILL ATTACKING ME LIKE SOME 441 STRANGE DISEASE, CAUSING MY FOOTING TO BE UNSURE AND MY GAIT TO BE STRANGE. 442 IT SEEMS TO AFFECT ME IN OTHER WAYS, AS MY THOUGHTS FOLLOW A SIMILAR PATH, 443 LEAVING A FRIGID RIME ACROSS MY MIND. THE LOSS OF ONE SO DEAR FROM MY OWN 444 LACK OF RESPONSE, AND THE SEEMING LOSS OF A FRIEND THAT MAY ONLY BE A LOSS 445 IN MY MIND. THE GOOD LADY OF THE DRAGONS WAS ALWAYS ONE TO MAKE HER PRE- 446 SENCE KNOWN IN HER OWN TIME, AND SHE IS NOT A LOVER OF GREAT CROWDS, SO IT 447 MAY BE THAT THE CRUSH OF THE INN'S CROWD OF LATE HAS MERELY STILLED HER 448 VOICE. I HOPE THAT IS THE CASE, AS I WOULD DEARLY MISS HER IF SHE CHOSE TO 449 TAKE LEAVE OF THE INN. 450 451 AS I TURN FROM THE MAIN ROADWAY TO THE PATH LEADING TO MY HOME, I SEE 452 A GATE THAT IS AS STRANGE AS MY GAIT IS FROM THE COLD. STRANGE, THE PATH IS 453 THE SAME, BUT THE GATE IS A NEW ADDITION, AND ONE OF WHICH I KNOW NOTHING. 454 WHY IS IT HERE? AND WHO COULD HAVE PLACED IT UPON MY PROPERTY WITHOUT MY 455 LEAVE? THE FENCE TO WHICH IT IS CONNECTED IS THE SAME AS ALWAYS, SMALL AND 456 UNIMPOSING, DESIGNED NOT WITH THE NORMAL PURPOSE OF KEEPING OTHERS OUT, BUT 457 TO DEFINE FOR ME THE LIMITS OF MY OWN SIMPLE LIFE. WELL, NO MATTER, I PASS 458 THROUGH THE GATE AND ONTO THE STONES OF MY HOME. PERHAPS SOME SMALL MEAL, 459 OR A WARM BRANDY, WILL HELP TO REMOVE THE COLD FROM WITHIN ME. 460 461 WITHIN MY HOME, AND IN FRONT OF MY FIRE, I FEEL NO BETTER THAN BEFORE. 462 THE PHYSICAL AILMENTS STILL PERSIST, AND I FEAR THAT I MAY BE CONTRACTING 463 AN INFLUENZA. LET'S SEE...MY MOTHER'S OLD PARCHMENTS HAVE SOME RELIEF TO 464 OFFER AT TIMES.... 465 "RELIEF OF AILMENTS OF THE BODY, AS COLD, PHLEGM, THROAT CATS, AND THE 466 PRESENCE OF LIVING THINGS IN THE BODY, AS WORMS, CAN BE RELIEVED BY AN 467 BREW COMPOUNDED OF HAZEL BUDS, DANDELION, CHICKWEEK, SORREL, AND OATMEAL, 468 SHOULD BE TAKEN EVERY MORNING AND EVENING. IT ALSO BE EFFECTIVE AGAINST 469 THE EFFECTS OF WITHCRAFT AND THE FOURTEEN DISEASES OF THE STOMACH." 470 I DON'T FIND IT APPETIZING, BUT I SHALL TRY IT ANYWAY. 471 472 THOUGH I MIX THE BREW, I HESITATE. PERHAPS I WILL PARTAKE OF IT ON 473 THE MORROW, AND SEE IF SLEEP WILL BRING HEALING TO ME. AS I DRIFT, I AGAIN 474 THINK OF MY FRIEND OF THE DRAGONS, AND WISH THAT SHE WILL REMEMBER THE GOOD 475 TIMES OF OLD AND RETURN TO OUR INN. 476 477 MY DREAMS....ARE FILLED WITH WICKED VISIONS, AND OF A MAN WHO COMES 478 TO TRY TO TAKE ME AWAY FROM MY HOME. HE IS VERY FAIR TO MY EYES, AND HIS 479 VOICE IS LIKE GENTLE BREEZES TO ME, BUT THERE IS A DEFINITE AIR OF EVIL 480 ABOUT HIM. HE SPEAKS.... 481 482 "O fair lady! will you come with me 483 To a wonderful country which is mine, 484 Where the people's hair is of golden hue, 485 And their bodies the colour of virgin snow? 486 487 "There no grief or care is known; 488 White are their teeth, black their eyelashes; 489 Delight of the eye is the rank of our hosts, 490 With the hue of the fox-glove on every cheek. 491 492 "Crimson are the flowers of every mead, 493 Gracefully speckled as the blackbird's egg; 494 Though beautiful to see be the plains of Inisfail 495 They are but commons compared to our great plains. 496 497 "Though intoxicating to you be the ale-drink of Inisfall, 498 More intoxicating the ales of the great country; 499 The only land to praise is the land of which I speak, 500 Where no one ever dies of decrepit age. 501 502 "Soft sweet streams traverse the land; 503 The choicest of mead and of wine; 504 Beautiful people without any blemish; 505 Love without sin, without wickedness. 506 507 "We can see the people upon all sides, 508 But by no one can we be seen; 509 The cloud of Adam's transgression it is 510 That prevents them from seeing us. 511 512 "O lady, should you come to my brave land, 513 It is golden hair that will be on your head; 514 Fresh pork, beer, new milk, and ale, 515 You there with me shall have, O fair lady!" 516 517 EVEN IN MY SLEEP, I CAN SEE THAT HIS OFFER IS GOOD, BUT THAT IT IS ALSO 518 ONE OF DEATH. I DO NOT WISH TO GO WITH HIM, BUT IN MY FEVERED SLEEP I FEAR 519 THAT I DO NOT HAVE THE POWER TO RESIST. 520 521 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]PAM.[][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 522 ************************************************************** 523 Contremon Valerius: 524 525 I love that name; it positively rolls of the tongue. 526 527 Also like your point about my not offering alternatives. 528 Sounds valid but I think you're premature. We'll see. 529 530 Mental illness is a topic most people know virtually nothing 531 about. The reason they don't know is because no one is doing 532 anything to inform them. 533 534 Have you ever seen a mental health tela-thon with a big star 535 as MC, or an appeal to find a cure to mental illness, or even 536 a humble little public service announcement about mental 537 illness? I haven't. 538 539 That's something I want to do something about. 540 541 I've started by producing "Nuts To You", the cable television 542 series created by chronically mentally ill outpatients. 543 Unfortunately cable television programs, even when transfered 544 to VHS tape and shown to groups, reach a very narrow audience. 545 546 Since radio reaches a broader audience than cable, I am about 547 to organize an outpatient produced mental health education 548 radio program similar to "Nuts To You". If the novelty of it 549 catches on it will be a great way to focus attention of mental 550 illness in Oregon. 551 552 This will be the first of a number of projects I hope to 553 be doing. I am thinking of doing more videotape, some 554 PSA's, and eventually some public speaking. 555 556 I am attempting to create a unique, non-threatening, way to 557 help people empathize with the mentally ill. I intend to do 558 this by allowing people to see what mental illness is really 559 like. 560 561 I don't feel this an adequate answer to your question but am 562 running out of time. If you continue to read my stuff I'm 563 sure you'll realize that practical alternatives are being 564 offered. 565 566 Keep in touch. I like your scepticism. 567 Gary Olson 568 ================== 569 LONESOME STRANGER: THE "NUTS TO YOU" MATERIAL IS IN THE MAIL. 570 I SENT TWO PRESS CLIPPINGS, A PRESS RELEASE, AND SOME MISC. 571 STUFF. HOPE YOU FIND IT INTERESTING - GARY 572 :**************************************************************: 573 WASHINGTON (AP) Yuri Andropov, according to US 574 intelligence agencies, has been kidnapped by a 575 radical faction of the Albanian Freedom movement. 576 577 Investigation revealed the kidnapping had been 578 masterminded by LeRoy McKane, an independent arms 579 smuggler and used rug dealer. The location of Mr. 580 McKane and his hostage is as yet unknown. 581 582 Investigators found themselve thrown off track by 583 an elaborate and brilliant ruse created by McKane. 584 They had become convinced that McKane, with the 585 help of an obscure Albanian terrorist organization, 586 were plotting to smuggle a nuclear warhead into Iran. 587 588 All the while McKane was holding the Soviet Premier 589 hostage for a five billion dollar ransom in fives, 590 tens, and twenties. Reports circulating from Moscow 591 indicate the Soviets are having difficulty collecting 592 that many American dollars. 593 594 US Treasury officials deny rumors the US is trying to 595 beat the Soviet offer. They insist the sudden absence 596 of small bills at US banks is purely coincidental. 597 598 Experts familiar with McKane claim this is a criminal 599 act, not a political one. Speculation is that McKane is 600 attempting to finance his life long dream of turning 601 the state of Oregon into a muskrat farm. 602 :***************************************GDM****************: 603 NEED CP/M CARD TO MAKE YOUR 604 APPLE A REAL COMPUTER. THEN GET THE BEST 605 GET THE PCPI APPLICARD 606 WITH UP TO 296KB AT 6MEGAHERTZ.PLUS FOR A LIMITED TIME WORDSTAR INCLUDED 607 WORDSTAR/STARCARD 249.00 608 ************************************************************** 609 PAM! AND YOU SAID YOU COULDN'T WRITE! MARVELOUS! marvelous! .......... 610 I AM AWESTRUCK AT SUCH A MAGNIFICENT OFFERING. MARVELOUS! marvelous... 611 ************** CISTOP MIKEY ALMOST AT A LOSS FOR WORDS *************** 612 P.S. NOT HAPPY, BUT PROPER. HAVE NO FEAR, FOR SPRING WILL INDEED COME BRINGING ITS WARMTH AND HAPPINESS AS ALWAYS. 613 I AM REMINDED OF THE WORDS FROM MY MOTHER WHEN I ONCE SWALLOWED A BUTTON, DO NOT WORRY, FOR THIS TOO SHALL PASS. 614 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 615 Gary: Please repeat your mailing address for me. I, too, am interested in 616 your actions of public enlightenment. Dave 617 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 618 619 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 620 621 THANK YOU MIKEY. YES IT SHALL PASS, THOUGH HOPEFULLY NOT QUITE LIKE 622 YOUR ANECDOTAL BUTTON. I AM TRYING TO KEEP UP WITH THE CHANGES HERE IN THE 623 INN, SINCE I WOULD PREFER TO REMAIN IN THE CURRENT STYLE. THERE ARE TIMES 624 WHEN I MISS THE DEBATES, BUT ONLY WHEN I FORGET HOW HARD IT WAS TO GET ONE 625 GOING GENTLY. I LOVE THE VARIOUS STORYLINES, BUT I WONDER IF ANY OF THEM 626 WILL EVER BECOME CONNECTED, OR IF THE WRITERS WILL RESPOND TO EACH OTHERS 627 COMMENTARY. I HOPE SO. 628 629 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]PAM+[][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] >