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To: Murrey Walker who wrote (2705)	2/5/2000 3:14:00 PM
From: Mannie	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 35685

4 corners... My favorite motorcycle ride starts off in St. Georges, Utah, down through Bryce Canyon, Escalante and Capital Reef National Park. Then down across Lake Powell and over to Mesa Verde and Durango. Then down into New Mexico, across the Sangre de Christos into Taos.. Pure magic. I'm ready to go (once ski season is over).

To: Murrey Walker who wrote (2705)	2/5/2000 5:33:00 PM
From: Jill	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 35685

I think I started it when lurqer, lurking, mentioned Albuquerque???? Well I am trying valiantly to learn Quicken today, I find it utterly boring, but I swore to myself I'd go electronic this year and download all transactions, not just stock trades, but charge cards, bills etc. So to distract myself I have been reading poetry. Here's a nice one, to recite for the porch (or rather, part of one) I have nothing to say about the way the sky tilts Toward the absolute, or why I live at the edge Of the black boundary, a continent where the waves Counsel my coming in and my going out. I have nothing to say about the brightness and drear Of any of that, or the vanity of our separate consolations. I have nothing to say about the companies of held breath. All year I have sung in vain, Like a face breaking up in the font of holy water, not hungry, not pure of heart, All year as my body, sweet pilgrimage, moved from the dark to the dark. That's by Charles Wright. He's a suth-ern po-het so I thot he'd be appropriate for the porch. Back to Quicken...yuck!