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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (4947)	12/9/1997 5:40:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

I'm going to just go ahead and report this, but I don't want to take any credibility flak about it. My credibility tissoos are sensitive. Naked. Furless. Pleeeze. I had breakfast with Norton, in the back booth of the cafe, this morning. We have some work to do, on a roof, we have been...putting off. (It's a HIGH one.) I don't think I can do this. Report this, I mean. After chatting with the waitress ("Ask me about blackberries!" he says, with a wink), I say, trying to think, and all I can get is "What comes to mind if I say ....'Possum'?" ~ or ~ "Do you happen to know any possum stories?" ~ After realizing I will NEVER make it undercover, I spit out the second. Norton: "Nothing." "Hawh? Don't you know ANY possum stories?" I'm incredulous, because Norton always has stories about everything, like the Steven Spielberg of the Columbia Gorge. I guess I've never "asked" before, he's always just volunteered. I'm clearly not an interviewer. "Why ~ Do they turn you on?" This is clearly NORTON; so I know we're getting SOMEWHERE. "No. Just wondering." Pause. Big Pause while food comes. Norton: "Well, you know, when I was at [substituting proper name] Kramer Sheet Metal, they used to call me Possum." "REALLY?" I try to fake dis-interest, but all I can think about is: incredible, and how you guys won't believe me. (I'm getting very anxious about this "kozmic event" and credibility stuff; reporting "back here", what is standard Green Acres Stuff) The whole "espionage" experience turns anxious; very anxious for me. Still is. "Yeah. There was this guy there, and he didn't like me." "And..." "And he came up and called me possum." "Why?" " 'You look like a possum.' " I look at Norton. Hoooo. I would love to send you guys a picture. The guy might have been right. I think Norton can see this appraisal as I look at him. But he doesn't care; he and we think, "so what". Norton: "And it stuck. He didn't like me, and he wanted to see if he could rattle my chain. I said, 'I can live with that.'" My affadavit has been filed. Cross my heart; lift and separate.