> I need to hear a LOT more on the wolf dogs running around Brookhaven.

I don't think it is so much an issue of mutations concerning the wolf dogs, as
someone chose the gate at Brookhaven labs to dump their unruly pets.

Mutations... I read in our local looney newspaper, Sun of the Beach, that
there is a cobalt garden on the site where they grow tobacco. Quoted as, "the
only place where tobacco gets cancer." Seems they got this cobalt on the top
of a pipe in the middle of the garden and they lower it with a cable when they
want to play with the radiated weed. One day the cable got stuck and the story
is they resorted to bringing in a squirrel hunter (sober) to hide behind some
hay bales and shoot the cable. If he missed it would have ruined the garden in
a big way. I'm wondering when they will get onto experiments with industrial
hemp.

Brookhaven is the kind of place that in future someone will try to preserve it
due to historic significance to the progress of science, either that, or the
local Poospatuck Indians will claim the synchrotron for an underground casino.

The Poospatucks were reserved to their few acres by the family of Billy Floyd,
a signer of the Deck of Indy. Many years ago the tribe resorted to integrating
themselves with Afro Amricans as the male members kept getting themselves
drowned while whaling around off Lung Island. I suppose it left the women
lonely for companionship. The ramshackle collection of house trailers, houses,
and sheds is controlled by the Cigarette King (no relation to Don King). Seems
there is a local problem with non-taxed tobacco sales to non-residents of the
reservation. It was the selling of this non-tax tobacco that lead the editor
of the Sun of the Beach, as I conclude, to suffer a right brain seizure --
resulting in his originating his weird newspaper. I love to immolate his
style.

][<en Follett