On Monday 02 April 2001  4:53 am, Betty B wrote:
> I would be honored to see you safely to and from the Capital of the
> Commonwealth of Virginia.
>
> "Carry me back to old Virginny.
> That's where the cotton and the corn and 'taters grow.
> That's where the birds warble sweet in the spring time.
> That's where this old darky's heart am long to go."
>
> That's the state song, and those are the lyrics.  In my head, I
> substituted the word "cripple's" for "darky's" just to see how it
> would feel.  It made me feel...um...oogy.  Yeah, like my clothes
> are way to big because they are hand me downs from some older,
> nondisabled sister or something, and like I eat gruel for lunch
> because that's the only thing the food givers have left by the time
> they get to the corner where I sit and beg for money all day.
>
> Yeah, oogy.
>
> Of course, all this is incidental to the true reason you wish to
> travel to the governmental hub of our fair state, which, as I
> recall, was due to our very own Mike's report of that being the
> whereabouts of a certain damsel look-a-like, no?
>

Oh - how cruel. :-)

Surely you misunderstood I meant to partake a few bevvies with Mike
(I will of course practice my 'Zorro' swordplay just in case the
opportunity arises to impress a certain damsel!!).


> What did I just say?
>
> If you know what I just said, push "1."
> If you don't know what I just said, push "2."
> If you are undecided, push "3," "4," and "5."
>
> "Your call is very important to us.  Please wait for the next
> available operator, who will be with you in approximately one
> hundred gazillion minutes."
>
> At any rate Deri, your wish is my command.
>

I'm going to enjoy this holiday.

> Your faithful servant,
> Concorde
>
> The person responsible for this post has been sacked.

Cheers

Deri