Have a safe trip. I thought I knew how to uns*bscribe, but when I came
back two weeks later there were 1028 new messages for me. All this
before Fort Know.
Gregg
From: John Pendley
| OK, OK. A typo that will live in infamy. We're off to someplace in
| Kentucky (I forget where) in an hour or so. Don't knox how to
uns*bscribe,
| so when I get back I'm going to delete all messages. Maybe this will
have
| died down by then.
| Your humble screwup,
| John
|
| ----- Original Message -----
| From: Dirk Wright <wright@xxxxxxxxxxxx>
| To: <olympus@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
| Sent: Friday, August 25, 2000 11:59 AM
| Subject: [OM] [OT] The Land of Fort Know
|
|
| > Fort Know, how I remember it well. A place of peace and tranquility,
where
| > even the dogs knew the streets and gave directions. If you yapped
them up,
| > they'd even give you a pointer or two.
| >
| > The human populace spent many an hour in quiet bar booths intently
| discussing
| > high minded topics of the day over warm beer and ale. Nary a harsh
word
| was
| > spoken, even in jest. The lesser minds were propped up, the higher
were
| > humble.
| >
| > The libraries were constantly full, and reading lists voluminous.
Deep
| > thought prevaded the streets and homes of that place, where
knowledge was
| > guarded and valued.
| >
| > High on a hill, sat the town, with spectacular views all around. The
air
| > snapped crisply and sharp, the better to think and wonder. Perches
there
| were
| > many, at special places scattered about, lest someone needed to
ponder.
| >
| >
| > --
| > Be Seeing You.
| > Dirk Wright
| > If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not
bite
| > you. This is the principal difference between a dog and a man.
| > -- Mark Twain
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