Okay, Ken. We splitting the money. Or had Ray already cracked the thing open
on his head and mysteriously disappeared for a long, long, long coffee
break. (Face it, he's in Bolivia.)

Signed,

E. Ness.

-----Original Message-----
From: Ken Follett [mailto:[log in to unmask]]
Sent: Thursday, October 07, 1999 5:33 PM
To: [log in to unmask]
Subject: Re: quiet morning...


In a message dated 10/6/99 12:26:43 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
[log in to unmask] writes:

> Glad to see everyone on this list gets sick at the same time. Now, who is
>  going to decide when we can all be better? COD? Shaman?

ALL GET BETTER... as Shaman you all realize I have to go through illness a
little bit with everyone and I can't wait to get past this feeling of the
walking dead... I wish I could sit and stare at the screen, but fortune has
it I get to drive all around CT one day and the next play with the
cornerstone at NY Coliseum, where we found an unrecorded time capsule today.
I wish I could play hookie to visit restored fountains. Some pretty weird
dreams you all been sending me. OBE with limestone lions.

Shaman