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To: Hal Campbell who wrote (3450)	4/20/2001 7:39:16 PM
From: bootsup1	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 4169

<<Trouble is we never really know if we are miles away from daylight or an inch ......>> Need to get some of those newfangled varilux lenses, Hal! Any news of import this week would definitely match up with Arnold Fishwitczh's prog. I received the halibut today. My local UPS guy came to the door and he was all frozen w/frost on his mustache and his knees were blue. It is a grand halibut! Sunday night I'm going to put 1/4 of it out on the deck. I've reserved a bit of the Halibut oil for aroused cyclometer. Cyclometer is making little squeaky noises now. Oh Gee, I sure hope there's something to this!!

To: Hal Campbell who wrote (3450)	4/20/2001 8:27:03 PM
From: bootsup1	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 4169

"All their lives they dug their graves" What a sad ending to a life's work... It reminds me of Emily Dickinson's "I Died For Beauty"... one of my favorite poems... There is a mountain cemetery in the eastern Sierra not far from Eureka Peak where miners died in their quest for the motherlode. The first time I walked through it I was new to the area and naive about the local history. The headstones dated back to the mid 1800's and surprisingly there were almost twenty grave markers belonging to young men, boys even...in their teens and early twenties... They had died in the gold mine on Eureka Peak and now Jamison Creek with its nuggets overflows its banks in the spring, occasionally leaving some gold dust or an old comb there. I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty," I replied. "And I for truth, - the two are one: We brethren are," he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips And covered up our names.