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To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (19083)	3/12/1999 1:42:00 PM
From: Ilaine	Respond to of 71178

>>>>>In fact a big old Champagne often smells and tastes like "Orange Milano" cookies to this palate - only better.<<<<< I dunno, Lather, this is not what I would expect a wine connoisseur to say about his favorite vintage. If you care to recommend a year, I'll look for Jacquesson and try it on your suggestion. Sorry about the German/Austrian mix-up. I think I am part Austrian, but since my grandmother also made some remarks about the Austro-Hungarian empire, I am not sure. One of these days I'll put more effort into it. To give you an idea how difficult it is to actually find ancestors, about five years ago my mother and her aunt and first cousin were contacted a so-called bounty hunter, one of the people who try to find missing heirs. There was a long drawn-out process, finally deals were struck, and property in Nevada was revealed, allegedly the estate of a woman who was the daughter of my great-grandfather's first wife, whom we did not know about. The money was paid out of the probate court, and the case was closed. About a year ago, I started using geneology sources on the Web, and found out by looking at Social Security records that there were actually two men with the same unusual combination of first and last name, one was my great-grandfather, but it looks like the other one was the father of the woman who died in Nevada. I say that because one of them was born in Indiana, where my greatgrandfather was born, and one was born in Nevada. It just seems more likely than not that the one who was born in Nevada was the father of the woman who died in Nevada. Well, I am going to let sleeping dogs lie. We did contest having the bounty hunter involved, but were overruled by the Court, so I feel like we tried to keep a miscarriage of justice from occurring. And the money has been spent now.

To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (19083)	3/12/1999 3:02:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Quite a post there, Lather. You should wax on more often. I could practically taste it. Are we talking about the same thing? But seriously, you must take us to the store sometime and then uhm for a picnic. Yes. Outdoors. In the rolling hills and oak. Is it okay to drink champagne outdoors? I know when I tried to slurp some off the front of the Turpitz there, they shoved me in the water. I like to be out doors, en plein air, for the most exciting events. Get out of the house, into the open. Is there something instinctive about that? Grand occasions call for grand spaces, something like that? Like under the stars? Instead of lumpy sheetrock with delerious light fixture? Ooooh, just remembered a dream I must bang on the keyboard one of these days. You'd like it. Man. It involves some zeppelins. (But don't forget, "Sometimes a zeppelin is just a zeppelin.") These were, honestly, I'm not making this up, quite leaderly zeppelins, instead of Led Zeppelins. >>>The domestic stuff is largely flawed - those funny tastes you mention. Like a TV picture with ghosts.<<< Now see? How come no one jumps on here and says what a nice, dead-on killer image that is. My eyes went fuzzy. uh. They still do. Remember there was a special effect in one of the Star Trek movies where everything blurred? I was very impressed with that effect, and with some on The Simpsons, believe it or not. Whoever made those up was applying very conscious effort. Champagne probably goes well with. I've never been impressed with champagne either, but probably if it's not on the isle with the 4 litre bottles at Safeway, I've missed it. I'm a spender though. Give me a fistful of fifties and take me to the best bubbly store in town. Well, I realize that you could just do that without me. Nevermind; who wants to suffer the embarrassment of rejection.