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To: Gauguin who wrote (6679)	1/29/1998 3:48:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

Hmmm-well-you have a point-sometimes affectation does parade as reason. SO, dammit, Paul! Did you ever float in the not-so-great Salt Lake or not? We went to Salt Lake skiing. But I wasn't tempted to float in the Lake, just the hot tub. It was the most incredible place- we lay in the hot tub and looked up at the stars through the steam of our breath and all around were these jaggy peaks that look so intimidating but that earlier we-small mortals though we are-- had conquered. Well-I didn't. I ski on my back, not a position conducive to feelings of dominance. But the others were all self-satisfied. I'm impressed that Stumpy opens doors. Blue doesn't even always remember how to push through his cat door. He sits in front of it looking through the plastic longingly, until someone notices and pushes him through. Right now he's not speaking to anyone becuase he has on a new flea collar and it's purple instead of blue. I told him purple represents royalty, but he's not buying it. He won't come in-just sits on the porch looking into the distance.

To: Gauguin who wrote (6679)	2/1/1998 2:51:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Respond to of 71178

So - you COULD load up the bed of the old F-250 with a coupla metric tons of Nature's Own Condiment, harboring wild-eyed fantasies of never ever being beholden to the Safeway again for precious bodily electrolytes! Even share some with close friends who'd agree to swear the Oath. But then the long drive back over the Cascades, the traffic jam in Snoproblem Pass, the rain, the desperate struggle against the cruel constant of Solubility. The drive home, sobbing, knowing that nobody would believe your tales about the Big Score that got away. Except your body&fender man, three months later. "Oh my looky at all this body rot back in 'here, been trying to smuggle halite, have ya' now? Right here, leaf springs and differential mount. Hooo doggies. Amateurs."