Interesting how your view of the Bailey's is different than mine.  His
little sister tried to beat me up daily in 8th grade because I'd given the
wrong answer to a question in gym class.  Actually, I'd repeated someone
else's wrong answer from the other end of the gym.  Anyway, they kept
picking silly little slapup fights until the day I turned around in a
crowded hallway and walloped Joanna Bailey upside the head.  I could hear
her ears ringing.  Needless to say, we didn't talk much after that.  Glad
you had a better experience than I.

- Pam

------------ Previous Message from  Ken Follett <[log in to unmask]>  on
09/05/98 10:23:10 AM ----------
Mike Bailey, a black guy in a rural setting, next to Bill Jorgensen, was
probably
my best friend in the troop. Mike was into music and carried his radio
around all
over, this was before boom boxes. I used to write poems about Mike. I liked
most
the fact that all kinds of shit would be going on around us and Ed just
sort of
kept going on his own wavelength. I think he ended up a dishwasher.