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To: Blue On Black who wrote (7447)	8/27/1999 7:42:00 AM
From: Solon	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 12754

Lee, I just responded to your PM, and then realized that you were on the public board. It almost sounds like you are proud of being a hick! I cannot imagine how a sophisticated man like Druss ever endured your sawney hayseed character. Well, I saw five rabbits while walking home after work this morning...and I didn't even try to catch any of them; so I, too, am, an hick. Old Hickory

To: Blue On Black who wrote (7447)	8/27/1999 11:13:00 PM
From: Druss	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 12754

Lee<<Any regular of the 'Flame Thread' can have my address and phone number via PM.>> Or they can have it from me right here and now: Lee Cooper 2nd Tarpaper Shack on the left Dirt Road going North out of Town Godforsaken, Arkansas Druss

To: Blue On Black who wrote (7447)	8/28/1999 6:28:00 AM
From: Solon	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 12754

Lee Hickersby~ Arriving home tonight I poured a small and refined amount of spirit into my tumbler, and I did some maintenance re: email, stocks, etc. After a bit of time I found myself re-reading your post. You really are a hick, ain't you?! Recently, I revisited the farm where I grew up. I walked the pasture, and I sat by the creek where so many of my dreams had flown past--but still the memories remained. It was a bittersweet experience; sadness and euphoria sat together like old enemies that were now friends. When I examine some of your posts, I drift back to the simple and sane life that we knew: the life of testing the depth of Spring water with our rubber boots, and of watching Nature come alive with the first crocuses. If you truly still live the rural life, I envy you. Like many others in the city, I try to re-create it; but it is a play...and not the real thing. I suppose that Innocence comes to us only once; and once it has been paved over, it cannot come again--except for those rare people that can withdraw out of their own minds...