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To: Gauguin who wrote (18706)	3/9/1999 5:14:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (4) \| Respond to of 71178

CW needs no propellants. He needs valium, or horse tranquilizers. SO do these cats. ANd brains-they need brains. Yesterday I opened the window from the kitchen to the sunroom so they could jump through it and get outside through the open sunroom doors. THey discovered they could run around the back deck, come in through the garage, slam through the kitty door, through the kitchen and take a flying leap through the window back to the sunroom, where they could start all over again. THis morning when I came downstairs, it was freezing so I shut the window. I was making coffee when I heard thumpa, thumpa, swoosh, thumpa, thumpa, thumpa-pow. Silence. Tesh had attempted to fly through the closed window and was now lying on the floor like a stunned bird. While I stood there, staring at him, wondering whether cats could get concussions, thumpa, thumpa, thumpa, swoosh, thumpa, thumpa, -pow. Myers went tearing by me, leaped smack into the closed window and fell to the floor next to Tesh. They both lay there a while and then staggered over to the window and looked at it, puzzled.

To: Gauguin who wrote (18706)	3/9/1999 8:16:00 PM
From: BlueCrab	Respond to of 71178

When I was fourteen, beer was the Holy Grail writ small. The Holy Grail writ large was, of course, the fabled Home Run. At 15, beer was forbidden fruit. At 16, it was a secret, sometimes shared pleasure, but at 17 it was a pain to have to go to Ohio to get it. The chief difference was, of course, a summer spent in Chicago, where cops were so happy to see a young person WANT beer (opposed to other, less legal imbibements) that not only did they not hassle you, they would smile and wave from their cruisers. And as anyone who spent time in Chicago in 1969 knows, them white boys in blue didn't wave overmuch at anybody.