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> In a message dated 7/7/2002 9:26:07 AM Pacific Daylight Time, 
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> Oh God... Why do people like you try to write..

Peter, that's an excellent question.

Speaking for myself, it comes from a deep-seated need to communicate.
When I was born as a child, my parents raised me up. My mother was an
avid reader, and my father worked tirelessly to make sure that we had
enough money to buy books. Oh, the places we could go! We would read and
read and read, and learn of adventures, ideas, passions, lessons,
advice. Inspired, I would take out my crayons and form letters, words,
sometimes a two or three word sentence! It was exceedingly exciting to
me. Scrubbing the walls was somewhat less exciting for my mother.
Actually, there was also excitement that surrounded that activity as
well. But it was a different kind of excitement.

Then I started going to school. I really found writing to be useful the
further along I got. At one point, I was composing secret messages
declaring earnest heartfelt sentiments along the lines of (forgive me if
I paraphrase, it's been quite some time, and I gave away the paper I had
written on): 'Sheri, you are the most beautiful girl in whole wide
school, the only one for me, and I think I love you. Your Secret
Admirer, DLB.' Never one to leave myself too wide open for criticism,
you see. Then one day I was stumbling awkwardly through the hallway as
fifth grade boys are wont to do, minding my own business, when Cynthia
Langevin (who was also, in the current parlance hot-hot-hot, and a
seventh grader with REAL BREASTS!) materialized as an apparition before
me and asked me what my middle name was. I suavely replied "David. Why
do you ask?" "Oh, no reason, just curious." My heart was pounding. Oh,
how writing can move the emotions. I never did profess my love directly
to Sheri Rehkopf; but my best time in high school track came when I
noticed her at trackside just as I took off on my 3/4 mile leg of the
distance medley...a 3:04. I was burning it up. Writing can be a great
motivator and can stick with you for a long time.

In fact, I found your writing to be quite memorable. I've never read
anything quite like it, especially here on B-P. I hope that we will be
seeing additional substantive posts from you...I'm interested to learn
more about you.

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Dan Becker,  Exec. Dir.     "What's this? Fan mail
Raleigh Historic             from some flounder?"
Districts Commission         - Bullwinkle J. Moose
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