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To: DownSouth who wrote (54491)	12/16/1999 4:04:00 PM
From: Ruffian	Respond to of 152472

That was the VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV!

To: DownSouth who wrote (54491)	12/16/1999 4:05:00 PM
From: dwayanu	Respond to of 152472

+16 1/16 - Nice call Voltaire.

To: DownSouth who wrote (54491)	12/16/1999 4:06:00 PM
From: Jim Willie CB	Read Replies (11) \| Respond to of 152472

twas Volt... nice call, Hayseed / Jim (newest quillionaire) p.s. outstanding close, extreme MACD crossover hold onto your shorts and tighten your corsets

To: DownSouth who wrote (54491)	12/16/1999 4:24:00 PM
From: waverider	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 152472

I did. I PM'd Voltman and Jim and I had a conference call on it. Not that I give a damn about getting credit around here. ah...found it... A powerful stream of morning sunlight sailed across my face as I rolled over, dangling my arm over the edge of the couch. I opened my eyes, squinting through the glare, in an attempt to find the clock. Seven something in the morning. Gotta clean up this damn place so I can see the whole clock for a change. The coffee cup was still sitting in the microwave when I finally made it downstairs. I thought about zapping it again, but deferred to the fresh bag of coffee beans across the counter. While preparing the coffee maker, I hummed one of the old coffee ad jingles they used to play on TV when I used to watch it as a kid. It's insane how this stuff stick's in your head. Best thing I ever did was get rid of that television set. "House, how's it feel to be a TV free zone?" I asked the kitchen. It didn't answer back. I had thrown a large chunk of granite through my set's tube as it sat staring at me the afternoon I moved from my previous home three years ago. The electronic gadget was minding its own business on the floor of the garage as I was loading the last boxes into my truck. It was tuned in to some business show. I figured it could keep me company on my last day. The useless pontifications became instead a focus of my frustration over being in the situation I had found myself. The resulting implosion of granite meeting glass was cathartic. I walked outside with my coffee and the strong scent of sage stung my senses like perfume from a long, lost love. I closed my eyes and pulled in a huge volume of minty air; black sage, white sage, sagebrush; the redolent sage, refreshing memories like a thousand little pictures falling out of an old, family album.