1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask.... 2 ************************* INSTALLED: 24 JAN 87 *********************** 3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System) Mike Day System operator 4 ************************************************************ 5 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: BWMS IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INFORMATION 6 PLACED ON THIS SYSTEM. 7 BWMS was created as an electronic bill board. BWMS is a privately owned 8 and operated system which is currently open for use by the general public. 9 no restrictions are placed on the use of the system. As the system is 10 privately owned, I retain the right to remove any and all messages which 11 I may find offensive. Because of the limited size of the system, it will be 12 periodically purged of messages. (only 629 lines of data can be saved) 13 to leave a message, type 'ENTER' and use ctrl/C or break to get out of the 14 ENTER mode. The message is automatically stored. If after entering the 15 message you find you made a mistake, use the replace command to replace 16 the line. To exit from the system, type 'OFF' then hang up. 17 type 'HELP' to see other commands that are available on the system. 18 *********************************************************** 19 20 All articles that coruscate with resplendence are not truly auriferous. 21 *********************************************************************** 22 Friar: I suspect that a 6 year single term would only make the situation 23 worse. A big problem now is that cme the second term the president really 24 has no need to do things the way the majority of the people want him too. 25 He can't get re-elected, and there is no place else to go after being 26 the president that is of any importance. As a result, there is no reason 27 for them to do what the people want. At least with a four year term there 28 is some degree of acountability required if they expect to get reelected. 29 I think that the real problem is that they just slack off after the 2nd 30 election because they don't have to worry about getting re-elected, and 31 so don't care if they get in trouble. There is always the talk that he 32 has to do good so that the party will look good and win more seats in the 33 next election, but that is the party promoters speaking and not the 34 individual. Maybe what we really need is not a 6 year term, but a 2 year 35 re-election term. Now some say that a 2 year term would be disruptive, 36 That the president couldn't get anything done since he would have to 37 always keep his nose clean for the upcoming election, but that is the 38 idea behind it. As for it not giving the president enough time to get 39 anyting done, I disagree with that, since if he was kicked out after 40 only two years, it means that the people didn't want hom doing what he 41 was doing anyway. So it gives them an oportunity to get rid of him before 42 he does too much damage. If he was re-elected though, then nothing is 43 disrupted since he remains in office and can continue with what he was 44 doing. The other thing I would like to see is an upper age limit. 45 Let's say around 70. There are several problems with someone over 75 46 being in that position. The first is that it is very demanding and 47 stressful. Though that isn't a reason to disallow the person of itself, 48 but the other is that the persons views about the world and the way 49 things should be is different than the majority of those who he is 50 supposed to be representing. This creates conflicts. With the threat 51 of re-election hanging infront of them, that surpresses the urge to 52 ignore what the general populance wants and do what he wants. But 53 come that final term, he is old, doesn't care what others think, so 54 he does what he wants and to hell with the people he is supposedly 55 running the country for. 56 ********************************************************************* 57 Hey! Let's elect Pat Robertson! We *know* what he's in it for. The money! 58 ++++++++++++++++++++++++ fred ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 59 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ 60 61 62 T0 Day in this land there lives among us, some folks who are stupid. 63 64 The time has certainly come where the re-election process needs 65 revamping. I agree, electing a U.S. President today is a waste of precious 66 time and $. Changing the term of office will not change this. 67 68 Fundamentally, men are selfish. If they can achieve their goal through 69 the unrestricted use of money, in support of "their" candidate, they will! 70 This we have already seen. 71 72  t 73 74 th 75 76 time and $. 77 78 79 80  81 82 In part I concur, perhaps limiting the election process to one six 83 year term without the possibility of re-election would alleviate the 84 Lame Duck syndrome. 85 ???????????????????????????????????BOZO??????????????????????????????????? 86 Bozo: Please do not use your cursor keys to edit messages! The result may 87 be ok on *your* screen, but it is just garbage on most screens. The system 88 merely stores those ESC sequences. And most users are *not* using equipment 89 that supports ANSI controls. 90 If you make a mistake on line you are *stuck* with it. You might try 91 composing offline and then uploading. To upload to BW your software should 92 either send a char, and wait for the echo before sending the next char. Or 93 send a line and wait for you to prompt it to send the next line. 94 It is possible to upload by using intercharacter and interline delays, but 95 I have no idea what the required values are. 96 ____01/24/87__________Leonard_JD 2446820.3621_________12:41:30_PST_________ 97 Sigh... and then depression set in. 98 lurk...lurk...lurk... 99 *******************************************************************************.P 100 Probably *THE* major problem with the re-election process is the process itself. 101 The fact that every four years we have to stop, change gears, try to do two 102 things at once and expect some measure of success is more than the people can 103 be expected to endure. Even in high school we were aware that the best form 104 of government is a "benevolent dictatorship." The trick here is to keep it 105 benevolent. Over the years a variety of methods have been suggested, but to 106 date the only way that might keep a ruler honest is the threat of revolution. 107 Any country that truly fears revolution takes drastic steps to disarm the 108 populace (the examples are too numerous to bother listing.) Perhaps our 109 president should be elected for life, as is the pope, but the general public 110 al of arms. Admittedly, at first we 111 would see a huge proliferation of weapons that would have only "macho" power. 112 In time people would cut back their could 113 reasonably afford. Perhaps we might 114 also bring back dueling. It isn't as far-fetched as it sounds. Corporate 115 executives might consider their actions a bit more if the penalty for injuring 116 people financially could cost them 117 their lives. Corporate ethics might then more nearly match personal ethics. 118 *************** THE COURT JESTER ********************************************* 119 O\=<([V2V])>=/O 120 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 121 Challenging people to duels? Could be interesting, especially if FCC 122 passes the new packet switching regulation. I doubt if many of the 123 people on that committie would last long.... 124 Let's look at the president issue from another viewpoint. What made 125 ,no, makes a good president. With what we have now, we have someone who 126 distributes athority, but still has a strong leadership image (note that 127 may or may not be only an image, but it is the image itself which is 128 important). Who coming up has these qualities? ANY of them? It sure 129 dosent look like we're going to have many people worth voting for int 130 ,scratch that last, in the next election. 131 Any comments? 132 Fast Fred 133  BSAL (ret) 134 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 135 NO COMMENT 136 137 ____01/25/87__________________JD 2446821.3867_________13:16:57_PST_________ 138 ---------------------------------------- 139 Distributes authority you say, well if 140 the current situation is any indication 141 he distributes it so far that he has 142 no idea of what is going on. Or worse 143 knows what is going on and expects 144 loyal followers to take his falls for 145 him. Thats cheap in my book. 146 147 DOD 148 ---------------------------------------- 149 .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.Emu 150 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 151 On a slightly different note -- it's lambing season. Spring is on 152 its way and the little lambs are coming. For someone who raises sheep, 153 it's a time of hard work and reward. The miracle of birth is just that, 154 a miracle. Sometimes, however, it turns into a tragedy. It takes little 155 empathy to feel for a newborn creature rejected by its mother. That happens 156 too. I recieved a call last night from a neighbor who was lambing and had 157 a little bum lamb (one orphaned or rejected by its mother). The little 158 critter was weak and the neighbor did not have time to hand raise it 159 (there is a limit to the work one person can do). Last night was the night 160 of the midnight run to the neighbor's, coming home with a weak little 161 bundle of tight-curled wool held tight in my daughter's arms. The little 162 critter was so weak that it could hardly get down a couple of ounces of 163 sweetened warm milk. 164 A couple of ounces was enough, though, with the encouragement of a 165 six year old cheering squad. First a couple of ounces, then a couple more. 166 This morning it drank three ounces and had a lot more strength. There's 167 something very satisfying about seeing life come back to a nearly dead 168 critter, as well as the glow in the face of a little girl that helped. 169 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 170 ____01/26/87__________________JD 2446822.6069_________18:34:04_PST_________ 171  172 173 174 To: All Users, 175 176 For sale. 1 205mm Zoom lens, 177 made by Vivitar. This lens will work 178 with virtualy any 35mm camera, with 179 the common snap on mount. 180 181 This lens is in mint cond. with 182 no scratches mars or other blemish 183 type things on the lens itself or 184 on it's hansomly styled exterior. 185 186 ---------- Price: $80.0----------- 187 188 If intrested contact, Mark Landers 189 at (503) 771-0767. Or leave a message 190 here. 191 192 Thank You! 193 Mark Landers 194 195 ########################################################################### 196 I can only assume that a "Do Not File" document is filed in 197 a "Do Not File" file. 198 Senator Frank Church 199 Senate Intelligence Subcommittee 200 Hearing 1975. 201 ########################################################################### 202 ------------------------------------------------------------------- 203 204 Amazing, truly amazing ... 205 When a true view of the current situation is presented our 206 dear Corpulent Francis has little to say on the matter. Shows the 207 truth of his thinking I'd guess. 208 209 DOD 210 ------------------------------------------------------------------- 211 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 212 exit 213 Who is the more corpulent. The corpulent or the one who calls him so? 214 LoafRumLoafRumafRum 215 Do any of you have a name for the 216 tende~cy to type words`like "loaf" 217 or Rum instead of Load or`Run? 218 ------=-----------m---------------=-----------=---------------------------- 219 I used to be plagued by 'RUM' commands back when I was 8 years old and had 220 my first TRS-80 model I. I found a cure: I learned to typw. 221 222 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 223 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 224 Not long afterwards (so it seemed to me), I awoke in a room that was part of a 225 building of fitted stone blocks, decorated with what could only be art (it was 226 at least as good as the types of art that humans were used to), and a few 227 simple furnishings. The bed in which I lay was constructed more like a bird's 228 nest than anything else. 229 Looking to the open window, I noted that I had been mistaken about the time; 230 I had slept the remainder of the day and through the night, it seemed. The 231 sun had just cleared the horizon, throwing a reddish tint onto the world All. 232 Yob stood quietly at the door, puffing away at something in a manner quite 233 similiar to the habit of humans with tobacco. "Feeling better, Erhuman?" 234 "Much better, thank you, Yob. Your world has a lovely sunrise." 235 "Harumph. They pale when compared to sunsets, Erhuman. Perhaps you are lucky 236 today and enjoy its passing this night. The Healer says you recover well, much 237 faster than Peepul. Soon fit enough to travel, return to your home if needful." 238 "I hope I shall enjoy your sunset, Yob. I thank you and the Healer for your 239 care. I hope I may repay your kindness in some way." 240 "Again harumph. No need for repay. But I am curious about your world, your 241 own land. Is it very much like All?" 242 I sighed. "Not as much like as I'd like, Yob. It seems to get better, then 243 worse...not really like All at all." 244 Yob frowned. "Why stay? Must be better places. Go there, or stay here." 245 This was going to be difficult to explain. "I stay because... I have, a gift, 246 Yob, a rare gift that I feel I must use to help my people, or anyone in need 247 of help. I have a power, both inborn and taught to me...I shall show you." 248 I cupped my hands together, concentrating upon the flow of mystical energies, 249 blotting out Yob and the sunlight and my pain... 250 Nothing. Nothing! 251 "Mighty Amigc... failed! I have not failed in casting this spell since my 252 apprenticeship! Not in any reality, no matter how remote, has it ceased to 253 work as it was intended... it is based on the simplest laws of magic! This 254 means.." I stopped. 255 "This means I'm stranded." 256 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++++ January 27, 1987 at 12:44am ++ 257 O\=<([V2V])>=/O 258 -------------------------------------- 259 260 Why have elections? What the Americans need to do is have a Lotto 261 for president game. Now what you do is buy a Lotto for President 262 game card around November 2nd. You know the kind you scrach off 263 Then you turn on your tv set on to channel 6 at 7:00 p.m. on sat. 264 January 15th and if they draw your number you become president. 265 Just think, first of all since it would be an interstate game 266 it would be federaly run, which stands to reason. Second of all 267 the president is usually a figure head of government so who gives 268 if they are incompetent, so anyone can win! 269 Last but not least there are over 230.5 million people in the US 270 and just think of the of the money brought into the federal govt. 271 at a buck a ticket, not to mentioned election spending. 272 signed HARRY CARRY. 273 -------------------------------------------------------------------- 274 ____01/27/87__________________JD 2446823.7452_________21:53:17_PST____ 275 ------------------------------------------------------------------- 276 And the lucky winner is ... Corpulent Francis ... Oh god!! 277 Where is my ticket to Canada!!! 278 DOD 279 ------------------------------------------------------------------- 280 281 -- 282 | DOD, I think you are being harsh 283 | on the user that you keep calling 284 | `Corpulent Francis' 285 | While he may seem a stubborn 286 | debater, and he isn't your first 287 | choice for President, there are 288 | a few people who probably have 289 | felt the same about you. 290 | Relax on this. There isn't 291 | anything to be gained in it, and 292 | we all have better things to do. 293 -- Ryan 294 295 indows at the end of each hall. Wet cement was still just outside, and damp 296 ir was still around in the halls. 297 And so was I. I was wet, my hair was wet, and my overcoat was just 298 plain soaked in the rain. Everyone else was arranged in the end of the hall 299 and eating lunch. It was soon past the start of lunch, although no one ever 300 seems to notice the time during lunch. Everyone drifts to their fourth period 301 class as soon as they start to suspect the period is about to end. As of that 302 minute, it had occured to no one that lunch was about to end, so there 303 everyone was. 304 A friend looked up and out of his lengthy blond hair. And then he 305 presented a magnifying glass from one of his coat pockets. It was old, with a 306 brass ring around the crystal lens and a handle made out of dark wood. It 307 looked nice to have in a pocket. If not for ever using, then for looking at 308 stuff with when disinterest sets in. In an old and just as somber hall at 309 school, for instance. 310 He handed it to me, along with a few scraps of ancient paper. They 311 looked ancient, anyway. Each scrap was curled around other scraps and was 312 thinner than any other paper I had seen around for a while. 313 I went over to a patch of sunlight, underneath the tall windows that 314 are at the end of the hall near the auditorium. I set my bag down, and then 315 placed the scraps down also. Aligning the light as focused by the lens, I 316 directed it on the scraps of paper. The scraps were what was left of a Chinese 317 firework. It had been disected and the loose leaves of paper were all that was 318 left. It had no sinister appearance, it was just paper. 319 A stream of smoke was rising up from a scrap of paper I had magnified 320 and was floating off into the drafts when a staffer passed and distracted me. 321 The lens was still focusing light and directing it to a single spot on the 322 paper. It then blew up. It ignited a fuse within the wraps of paper which 323 detonated a powder charge, and it just blew up. 324 Scared the Hell out of me. 325 It had never occured to me that it would do that. I scoff at Fifties 326 safety films and ever laugh at the films about civil defense in the event of a 327 nuclear catastrophe. While this minor flair was not of the magnitude of a 328 nuclear device, it honestly discharged an explosive. No morals or even much of 329 a fable here, just please be careful. 330 [/] [\] [/] [\] [/] [\] [/] [\] [/] [\] [/] [\] [/] [\] [/] [\] [/] [\] [/] [\] 331 O\=<([V2V])>=/O 332 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 333 =============================================================================== 334 In case nobody's noticed, there hasn't really been mucx of ach of a choice i 335 in any of the last several presidential elections. How else could we 336 have elected an "image" for our leader? 337 ============== THE COURT JESTER ====================================== 338 ____01/28/87__________________JD 2446824.6056_________18:32:06_PST_________ 339 It does not befit a court jester to say boring things about the President, 340 without any insight or barbed criticim. Drop the name, or drop the act. 341 ******************************************************************************* 342 The Republican convention was to be held in Richmond. Four hundred miles away, 343 or about three days ride on a Harley and with the wind at your back. Screams 344 from the chopper faded on down the turnpike like the exhaust fumes. Richmond 345 was the meeting of the New Right, and Geraldine was not about to miss this. 346 Congress was going to debate the free trade issue this Winter, and she was not 347 about to miss her chance to scare federal government panty-waists into 348 protecting the American bike industry. Her tight tee-shirt read "I'd rather 349 eat shit than ride a Jap bike" and she meant it. Her wheels were scraping off 350 asfalt on the Sherman Bridge outside of Richmond when the cop car showed up in 351 her rear view mirror. The chopper pulled off to the side of the road. The 352 figure on it let the forward wheel twist away from the road as it put glasses 353 on and lit up a cigarette. Puffs of marijuana and cloves faded into thin air 354 while the cop pounded the gravel up to the bike. Reaching for her liscence, 355 Geraldine pulled out a sawed off shot-gun from her leather overcoat and offed 356 the Jew cop. The other cop was hiding in the car as she pulled along it and 357 blew him away too. He was black. She was doing her bit for white supremacy 358 over the minorities. Then she rode. The weather was like it was the last time 359 she jousted with Harleys and chains in Kansas. When she got to the convention 360 center in Richmond, she used her Brit accent to get past the security as the 361 alluring and dangerous mistress of Candidate Kemp. A few kids were running in 362 the concrete corridors underneath the convention floor. She put them into 363 heavy industrial dumpsters and locked them in. One snot was put in a 364 refrigerator and she left him there for about five minutes. He must not have 365 held her breath or something, cause he was limp when she opened the door and 366 let him fall out. Word spread around the convention floor that Geraldine 367 Fallosse was in the convention center. She was soon drafted to the podium and 368 delegates from every state were cheering for her to assume the Presidential 369 mantle from their former idol, Ronald Reagan. A hush fell over the crowd as 370 she put her sour face up to the mike and sneered at it real mean like. "Fags" 371 she said, "Ron is the man for American, man! Give him another shot!" and then 372 she pointed her sawed off at the figure in the wheel chair. President Reagan 373 was left alone in the chair, drool running out of his mouth in a tube, and 374 wearing the same tee-shirt Geraldine was wearing. Conventioneers everywhere 375 cheered for their man. The New Right had been saved again by the 376 biker-statesman from the outer pits of Hell. Geraldine was getting off the 377 stage by riding her Harley down the main stairs when Nancy came up to her. 378 There should have been a needle in her arm the way she was pumped up full of 379 junk. The first lay was wearing a leather bra with tassles, and fish-net 380 stockings. Geraldine put her hand on the back of her head and pulled her head 381 into hers for a little bit of foreign policy. Geraldine let Nancy go, but not 382 before telling her how she hated the way Nancy's ass jiggled. Then she rode 383 again. Guess where she is now? Riding out west somewhere. Maybe near your home 384 town, and maybe near your wife and family. 385 ******************************************************************************* 386 After that, I can only say that I am speachless!! An excellent satire! 387 ================================================ THE COURT JESTER ============= 388 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 389 Ah yes, that brings back memories of my days on a BCC. It seems so long ago, 390 not so much by time, but by temperments. When I rode, it was the young 391 American dream to criss cross the country on cycles. It was the way to go. 392 Free from uncle sam, free from pigs, free from the boss man, free to live 393 and ride for the sake of it. Damn, that was good. 394 395 I remember one time coming out of Austin Texas. Those good old Texan boys 396 just plain didn't like us bikers. But they would only make their opinion 397 known when they were more of them than there were of us. Even cowards are 398 brave when there's a bunch of 'em. Anyway, we had been having a bit of fun 399 at one of the cafe's, called Earl's, I think. A fight had broken out between 400 the Indian, and one of the local boys. We all jumped in of course, Indian 401 was one of us, and we beat the living sh, er crap out of that good old boy. 402 He wasn't so good anymore, but he was plenty old after that. Someone must 403 have called ahead, because as we reached the city limits, a bunch of cars 404 and pickups were parked across the road, and a bunch of red necks armed to 405 the teeth with baseball bats and shotguns slung on their shoulders stood 406 around the vehicles. I was riding point and I saw them first. I motioned 407 the gang to head right, past the road block. Ginger, my hip hugger, yelled 408 in my ear something about being a chicken or something, so I gave a war 409 yelp, and we went smack dab in to the middle of the red necks. It was 410 pretty fierce fighting. Indian got his head blown off by a shot gun before 411 he even got off his bike, but someone on our side his a gas tank or some 412 thing with his iron and it blew up taking two or three more good old boys 413 to cattle heaven. Ginger jumped off before I got into the fray, which 414 spread out a bit across the road. Surprising there wasn't much gun play 415 after Indian got it and the truck blew up. I think those guys wanted to 416 fight, but not kill. You gotta remember that cow hands are tough, but they 417 don't live on the road on a bike. I have never seen a more hell-born 418 bunch of guys get into it like my gang that day. Even some of the women 419 ganged up on a couple of the red necks and made 'em sorry they were ever 420 born a man. I don't know how long it lasted. Time kinda flies by when 421 there's baseball bats swinging and jaws breaking. We managed to get 422 past the road blocks. Indian and another young kid who I never got to 423 know didn't ride away either. 424 425 I guess that's kind of a not so happy story, but hearing about the Harley 426 hacker brought back some real memories. 427 428 P. Fonda 429 ========================================================================== 430 L'homme: I goofed and trashed the file I sent you, could you 'mail' it 431 back? (additions welcome!) 432 ____01/29/87__________Leonard_JD 2446825.6715_________20:06:57_PST_________ 433 goodgrief. 434 435 An emptyness, a nothingless void. 436 I try to see my way through it, 437 I try to find a path to follow. 438 I have only my memories to guide 439 me and the memories are wrong. 440 I stumble against objects that 441 aren't there, I run up against 442 walls I cannot see or feel. 443 I follow glimerings of hope 444 only to find them disappear days, 445 weeks, months later. 446 I thrash out in my rage, but 447 there is nothing there. I want 448 to hold on to something, but 449 there is nothing. 450 I am falling into an empty 451 nothingless void. 452 An endless ending. 453 bh 454 455 O\=<([V2V])>=/O 456 [\] [/] [\] [/] [\] [/] [\] [/] [\] [/] [\] [/] [\] [/] [\] [/] [\] [/] [\] [/] 457 458 The Final End of the Victorian Age 459 The papers flew through the steam and floated even higher in the warm 460 updraft. Runic writing was on the sheer leaves all though the penmanship was 461 of such poor quality that that it might have been an indecipherable cipher for 462 all it mattered, even if the pages had been flat on a table and not twelve 463 feet above the train platform. 464 About the only person who could have made sense of the script was the 465 man who stood at one end of the platform and wrapped in coat and scarf. His 466 curls of white hair were hanging in front of his twin eyes and hiding the 467 disparaging glances he gave each leaf as it fell. 468 The only other person who could have read those notes was his 469 confidential secretary and incidentally, she was his wife as well. Her 470 attention was at the ticket window and with the boy who was dealing her the 471 train tickets they would need to get to the conference so early the following 472 morning. Endeavoring to get them to the conference, she did not see the 473 accident in which the case that unlatched and fell open and so she did not see 474 the papers spill out onto the platform. 475 His duty now was to gather up the sheets that had fallen out, and do 476 it before they were ruined on the wet gravel or in the puddles that rested 477 with the rails in a ditch. He set his case down and latched it as he jumped 478 into the railway. 479 Vendors and travellers had lined the platform in an effort to pry 480 their trades while giving no mind to the noise or the commotion on the 481 platform. His wife had been done with purchasing the tickets and was now on 482 her toes, trying to see over the heads of the bustlers and the traffickers. 483 He was picking up a sheet and packing it into a coat pocket when a 484 ruffian noticed him. Eating an apple to pass the time of waiting for the 485 constabulary to lose him in the rail station, he saw the aging man fall into 486 the rift the train pulled through. A drop he then saw was a spry leap. 487 The scene was becoming more and more a spectacle as the toughie 488 started to watch. An old man was picking up his papers which had fallen from a 489 case on the platform, and a lady who obviously was his daughter or wife, was 490 looking for him in the crowd. 491 She saw her husband in the rift just as the rowdy spotted the train 492 rounding the last bend. The back to the coat and of the man was to the 493 oncoming train. His hearing was poor ever since his eardrum was shattered 494 during childhood and he could not hear the whistle as it tried to steam to a 495 stop. 496 His wife ran up to the edge of the rift and called to her husband. The 497 tough stood up from leaning on a vending stand and took a few paces toward the 498 rift. An engineer aboard the train noticed the fellow in the railway and 499 immediately set about bringing the train to a stop. 500 His honest opinion was that he could halt the engine in time enough to 501 not strike the old man under. He found out he was wrong as the old man fell 502 beneath him and was crushed under the weight of the metal goliath. 503 His wife had not been able to stand watching the death of her 504 brilliant and wonderful husband and had turned. Her hands were covering her 505 face and she heard the train whistle mingle with the scream her husband rang 506 out with as he died. That scream she heard for the rest of her life and felt 507 miserably glad that she had not committed the horrible sight of the death to 508 memory also. 509 The street tough strode calmly over to her and held her while she 510 sobbed. The engineer and conductor deboarded to look over the scene at the 511 front of the engine and train. The tough and the wife went on in life to marry 512 and spend the rest of their lives in the same town as her late husband had 513 died in. It came to pass that the tough died before she did all though she 514 never remarried, preferring not to try to recapture the essence of her life, 515 that day on the station platform. 516 517 [\] [/] [\] [/] [\] [/] [\] [/] [\] [/] [\] [/] [\] [/] [\] [/] [\] [/] [\] [/] 518 (Composed after art class) 519 (_)-(_)-(_)-(_)- 520 521 .-.-.-.Must.have.been.one.hell.of.an.art.class.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.Emu 522 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 523 Emu and I had finished our sandwiches, and I was rumaging in the bag 524 for some desert when I heard Emu draw a breath in quickly. Looking 525 up, I could see he had gone pale again. Looking towards the cot of our 526 friend the Innkeeper, I saw that he had vanished. No trace, just a 527 pleasant feeling left behind. 528 [][][][][][][][][][][][][] Friar [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] 529 (Sorry, mikey. OK Now?) F. 530 531 H 532 HELP 533 534 535 536 On a mild azure day just sixteen years after his birth, Mars led a score 537 of his closest friends on horseback from the city of his fathers. It was the la 538 st day of a fortnight of sunny days: the lingering snow was gone, the sod 539 again firm. A legion of scuttling fluffy clouds were painting that a spring 540 storm might soon descend with passion; but for now the world was newly verdant a 541 nd beautiful. 542 Mars was mounted on a superb ivory mare named Victory after the stallion 543 Balzor had ridden to the final battle of his Rivival. A second reason for the 544 name was prophecy of gavril Joab: "Seated upon the broad back of Victory , 545 Mars and Venus will return to reclaim their ancient throune. Know then the 546 For Years of Trial are upon you, that those who Remember may be exalted 547 HELLO MIKE 548 549 THANK FOR THE COPY OF AMODEM. IT SEEMS TO BE WORKING FINE ALREADY. 550 SEE YOU ON MONDAY. 551 TIMRUSS 552 (_)-(_)-(_)-(_)-(_)-(_) 553 O\=<([V2V])>=/O 554 <<:****************************passing through******:>> 555 ____02/01/87__________________JD 2446828.3595_________12:37:47_PST_________ 556 (Another art class is coming up in a few days.) 557 558 Good God this place is dead. A twit would be better than nothing at all. True American, where are you when we need you. George.559 560 ++++++++ Lurkus Modius, too many exams coming up too soon. +++++ Milch +++++++ 561 562 WE INTERUPT THE DAILY COMPLAINING FOR THIS MESSAGE: 563 Mikey, I have several files ready for uploading here. They 564 continue the events of the Brazil entry, and proceed to another 565 notch in the plot. But, the entry is longer than the blank 566 space on this disk. I have waited two nights but the disk isn't 567 passing very quickly. Could you just advance the disk regardless 568 of the last few lines? I will try to cut the entry down to fit 569 the available space and check back tonight. 570 WE HERE AT RADIO FREE SOUTH AMERICA THANK YOU. 571 572 what is this news, a plot, a conspiracy, an adventure? 573 signed: anxious in amherst. 574 OFF 575 EXIT 576 ^C^C^C 577 ++++++ 578 W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W? 579 was not a large apartment. A central room, a bathroom, and a long 580 pane of glass for a window that showed the street. It was second floor and the 581 windows opened just slightly. The breeze was pleasant but the idea of flinging 582 out the window was better. Logistics was a rudimentary science meant for the 583 optimistic and a second story window was not of suicidal variety. 584 585 Newspapers lined the floor in a patchwork reminiscent of quilts made 586 from old scraps of cloth. Each article was cut from unlike papers. Each print 587 was distinct and held to the patchwork metaphor. Trust me on this one. 588 589 It was an old lady who sat in the center of the room. The view from 590 behind her eyes was that of a youth in pain. Her eyes squinted while memories 591 of her smarting knees ran through her mind. Her memories reverted to ones of 592 her son every few minutes. Contrasts of their times as children would come. 593 594 Questioning why was the dominant idea. Her son had died at the hands 595 of an American gun ship in the jungles of Panama and she just wanted to know 596 why that was. No answer was in the war stories on the news, no answer was in 597 the articles at her feet, and only relief would come from flinging herself out 598 the ajar window. 599 600 W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W?W? 601 ch / was/ It was/ 602 (_)-(_)-(_)-(_)-(_)- 603 604 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 605 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 606 (_)-(_)-(_)-(_)-(_)- 607 L'homme: If you remember the 7 pieces of equipment whose number astonished 608 you, I have an update... I'd forgotten about the other three! That makes 609 10. Things are just a bit out of hand... 610 ____02/02/87__________Leonard_JD 2446829.6663_________19:59:33_PST_______ 611 612 613 TOTAL NUMBER OF LINES = 613