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To: melinda abplanalp who wrote (13528)	10/14/1998 8:01:00 AM
From: Ish	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

DAR $76 3/4, up 3 1/2 on heavy volume.

To: melinda abplanalp who wrote (13528)	10/14/1998 7:17:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (4) \| Respond to of 71178

Maybe all the posts mean that people are getting over the market induced shellshock of the last few weeks. We're talking of food and liquor again--even if it is earthworms and medically prescribed alcohol. No Blue yet. We are all terribly upset-I know you understand! We just hope---- Well-except for the Civil Rights--our interests were similar growing up. Horses and boys. I remember my thirteenth summer. It's surrounded by a shimmering, nostalgic golden haze as I picture it -or maybe that's my chardonnay. Thirteen-on the threshold of young womanhood. Aware but not yet participating. Observing, feeling, but still as chaste and innocent as a child. My best friend's parents had a cabin on the river. Lest you think this sounds elegant, let me describle it briefly. Think Davy Crockett's first lean-to in the wilderness. A small cottage with no running water, no heat, I think it had electricity. There was an outhouse, and a pump organ. Sue and I slept on a screened in porch and woke to the sounds of birds and squirrels and the smell of the pines. Every summer I spent two weeks with them and they were idyllic. The summer I remember best, that 13th summer, was the summer of the Beatles( the real ones-not the Lac Beatles). The summer when I knew true love for the first time. When, had you heartlessly suggested that I probably would not marry Paul McCartney, I would have rent my garments and pulled out my hair in disbelief and grief. When Sue, who now holds two PhDs and has published several books, and I wrote brilliant stories about our loves. We called them "thinks" and I still remember the first line of mine-- Who's that girl over there?" Paul couldn't take his eyes off the exquisitely lovely blonde in the stylish skiclothes next to the fireplace. I had never been skiing in my life, but to me that epitomized haute couture. We read Green Mansions aloud and then roamed the forest and river as Rima and Shawna, jungle girls, filled with that indefinable longing that all adolescents know and don't yet understand, full of promise and fear and hope. Down the dirt road a bit farther was a camp and every morning at 5:30 we rode horses bareback from the stables to the cabins. Occasionally the man who cared for the horses would saddle them for us and let us race around the meadows. At night we pumped the old organ and sang "Tom Dooley" and "Where Have All the Flowers Gone?" in harmony. or we got out the Ouija board and scared ourselves silly talking to our spirit guide, José, a name that sounded terribly exotic to two girls in the Shenandoah Mountains of Virginny. THis is what childhood should be-no-this is what early adolescence should be--not drugs and sex and parties, early pregnancies, rape, child abuse- we knew nothing of this - We were protected from all but our dreams and hopes and fantasies. I believe absolutely that this is what lays a strong foundation for young people. They're not ready for the realities of life. We deprive today's children of this magical period when they can transition, souls intact, into adulthood.