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To: BlueCrab who wrote (20194)	3/28/1999 3:57:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Paper Wasps. (Corporate paper?) The Bond Traders of the invertebrate kingdom. Show them no mercy. I recommend extreme measures - Molotov cocktails or cOUSIN SHORTY's attorney.

To: BlueCrab who wrote (20194)	3/28/1999 6:51:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

Out near the desert, in the California live oak and scrubby hills, far from anything, even a motel, astride a curve in the highway, near a battered barn and trailer ~ across the road from this "developed" and maybe abandoned parcel, is a carefully hand-lettered sign nailed to a tree: Future Home Of Tom's Towing Not a board or flat spot in sight, on that side of the road. But there's Notification; and the hope of an individual for his endeavor; and grasp of its interest to others; and requisite chance for the news of the future to sink in. Avoiding an interruptive, sudden appearance. A neighborly warning, a courtesy, for some thing this important. Modernizing. The changes a-comin. And a tankard of atmospheric ether; to get those people who might one day need these here-to-be services fired up and fantasizing about the appearance on Ditter's Road of Tom's tow truck and twinkling, hill-jiggling light bar. These are *declared intentions*, which are bigger than any other human thing around there.