Good story......
    Regards, El BJ
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>Subject: Re: Remains of the day
>Date: Sat, Sep 29, 2001, 7:09 PM
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>Dust in the wind
>       Nice song;
>but our dust( South of 14)
> is a horrible mix of Asbestos and Human remains
>tough to sing about
>
>Patriotic duty
>but if it helps the glum at heart I do remember one amusing moment on the
>night of the 12; or so I think
>
>We had been moving heavy eqiptment all day downtown
>under escourt and took time out at a bar in Midtown around 9th ave.
>It was mid night .we were six deep at the bar at one side
> some sat  in stone silence as the penny was dropping about friends and collegues
>others were doing what they do best
>being friends to the bereaved..
>There was a juke box playing 60's and 70's and and equal group in size of
>college aged kids doing their best at having a muted good time.
>I excused my self and headed to the mens room; upon my return I was
>approached by a beautiful young black woman in Mini skirt and long
>boots."are you by yourself here this evening? she asked...
>I said "I was""...but before I could continue
>She asked me if I wanted "some company for the evening"...
>I replyed that I was sorry I was involved with what happened downtown..
>and with that realization  she instantly started hugging me saying "Thank
>You .."thank you ..Im so sorry for your friends..
>.and with that last hug she whispered... "tell you what""...get the room
>and I will do you for free..
>.I smiled for the first time in 24 hours ...thanked her out of her genuine
>patriotic generosity; kissed her cheek and politely begged off returning to
>our impromtu wake.Michael