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To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (51428)	5/29/2000 1:16:00 PM
From: Crocodile	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

In the late 1960s my dad used to take my younger bother and I along when he went to visit a friend who lived on the west side of Ottawa in an area now known as Hazeldean. My dad used to test out prototype vehicles which he was working on out on the back forty of his friend's land. This fellow had all sorts of neat stuff around his place and we enjoyed going along. One of our favourite activities was to crack open rocks with hammers and chisels to look at the fish fossils inside. Whenever we were coming up for a visit, my dad's friend would go out and fill 2 or 3 buckets with small limestone rocks.... flattened and with a visible "strike line" going right around them. As long as we tapped our chisels along that line fairly carefully, the rocks would split cleanly apart and you'd have a great fish fossil. My brother and I could keep busy splitting open rocks for hours (which was probably the whole point behind the little exercise). The fellow sold his farm to subdivision developers around 1970 and all of that land is underneath big houses now... What a drag, eh?

To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (51428)	5/29/2000 1:27:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

A pair of F-18's (?) just flew directly over the house at about 600 feet? I opened the door to go out and look. It was plenty loud. It's a sound that just says grrrr, firepower. The single destruction one of those jets can do..... Yum yum. Nora, the newby fraidy-cat, had finally been lulled inside by spouse for a late bowl of breakfast. I don't want to call her nervous, because she's way past. Somewhere in weak and droopy. Honey went out and called her; but I don't think we'll see her til next Memorial Day.