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To: E'Lane who wrote (37512)	1/31/1999 11:09:00 PM
From: Jack Colton	Respond to of 50264

Cool E'Lane, Yep... the show wouldn't bother me. But, I know what you mean. I would have a little explaining to do to my family. I grew up 'in' the theater, at the hands of a very liberal, artistic, mom... and I spent many a time as the only 'guy' in all female classes... whether it be art at the YWCA, Spanish or jazz, tap and ballet. But, I fainted on stage once, and fell into the orchestra pit (at Casa Mana in Ft. Worth) and that was the end of the theater thing for me. Then it was chemistry time... the summer between 9th and 10th grade, I managed to blow up the entire back yard of my parents house, blew out a 8' by 10' window on the porch, broke both eardrums, ripped a hole through my left hand, and got knocked out for a while. When I came to, I couldn't hear anything, but I sure was glad to be alive. I became very religious, joined the Adult Choir at church (the only high schooler for 3 years straight) and started making straight A+ in school. I also got into electronics, and by the time I was a senior, I had built a phone into my car, where I could make phone calls within a 7 mile radius of my parents house. It was pretty cool. This was before cell phones and stuff like that. I had a long extension cord on the handset, and I would call a girl friend up and ask if she was ready for me to come pick her up for our date, and usually the reply was something like "Sure, by the time you get here, I'll be ready.." So, I would ring the doorbell (since I was parked in the driveway with the handset extended out the car door) and the girl would say something like "Hang on, someone's at the door." When they answered the door, they would have curlers in their hair or mud on their faces.... And for some reason, they would be pissed at me. Come on.... Can't you take a joke? Oh well... now I'm rambling on too much. I won the half time pot and the final pot at tonights game. Pretty cool, but everyone thought I was a traitor. I said, "No, I'm a trader." Jack