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To: username who wrote (9267)	4/3/1998 11:59:00 PM
From: jhild	Respond to of 71178

That's great. Sounds like he's on the right track already.

To: username who wrote (9267)	4/4/1998 12:53:00 AM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

<<<He wished for "root beer soda", and "happy". That's a wish.>>> I was sitting at a window this evening..... I was hoping i could say something about it besides thank you, for putting it up. All the familiar journeys it entrains; in the most pleasant parts of memory and imagination. All the beauty. And the bliss, of seeing sheltering hands around a child. "Me" and "us" as children ~ too. And "their" life. I've relived a portion, a best portion, of my childhood, in half an hour. And remembered, how much was given me, out of it.

To: username who wrote (9267)	4/4/1998 8:35:00 AM
From: Rambi	Respond to of 71178

Oh eom! Root beer and happy. What an absolutely incredible juxtaposition-the small, the immediate, the material coupled with the largest concept of all-the elusive, philosophically challenging abstract of happiness!... Our children are our link to the truth. They're the bottom line to it all. And of course you remind me of a moment. There was a restaurant in Dallas-gone now- called Caruso's. The waiters and waitresses were aspiring singers-some still working on their degrees, others hoping for some big break. The fare was Italian and opera. One night we took the boys to dinner--it was one of our favorite places-the boys loved spaghetti and the music gave them something to watch--and there was a new waitress, a very beautiful young girl with a strong lyric soprano. She sang several Mozart and Puccini arias, and then, as she served our desserts, she leaned over Ammo, who was about three, and said, "Do you have a favorite song?" Without missing a beat he said, "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star." And that wonderful girl went to the stage, spoke to the accompanist and announced that she was singing a special song for a special person. She sang the most gorgeous rendition of "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" I've ever heard. And she sang it right to our Ammo, whose big blue eyes shone with their own light when he realized that he was the special person. She got a huge tip, needless to say, but we couldn't have made it big enough for the gift she gave us that night.