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To: Zack Lyon who wrote (42678)	4/27/1999 8:04:00 AM
From: Tri Bui	Respond to of 50264

Thanks, Zack, for the update. Have a great day. Tri

To: Zack Lyon who wrote (42678)	4/27/1999 9:27:00 AM
From: E'Lane	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 50264

Good Morning, Zack! Thanks for the update. What a novel idea...calling the company and then sharing your info. <vbg> it is much appreciated. Loved the euphemisms; especially the "peanut butter balls on the ceiling" one. LOL...was much nicer than the one I could have come up with! <g> he corrected me and stated that November was the deadline for EVERYTHING related to filing witht the SEC. Rebuttals and all. Well, this is encouraging news (IMO) as some seem to think it will be the 11th hour before Digitcom will even file. "Rebuttals and all" would lead us to believe, knowing the "speed" of the SEC and the sheer vol of traffic expected, that they will almost have to do the initial filing pretty soon. No? Hey, wonder how long it will take for someone to request the "butterfly's" phone number? I give it less than a day! <gg> Ok, so you're catching another little one? Are we gonna become a daddy again, or am I way off base? <g> Have a good day, Zack...hope you slept much better last night and that today, your step is a bit lighter. E! p.s. Roger...if you are reading this...You have no idea what it has taken for many to keep hanging tough. We're ready for the peanut butter balls to be tossed. TIA! :-)

To: Zack Lyon who wrote (42678)	4/27/1999 10:20:00 AM
From: William Brotherson	Respond to of 50264

Good Morning Everyone, I think I have posted this one before, but it does fit my mood this morning so it's OK. Last night my 48 year old son (actually 17) gave me a note from which I will quote a few lines, "tell me why I don't have a life?, because you don't give me a fu@#% life, Why my girlfriend doesn't come over very often?, (this one is because we will not allow them in the bedroom together.), just so you guy's know, April is trying to get Pregnant, i have two tattoes, i am getting my ears pierced 5 times and I am looking for an apartment wether you call the cops or not. OK, it goes on for quite a bit more but you get the drift. As I always do, I try to show the better side of things but the time comes every now and then, when I think that it is best for the person involved, no matter how much it hurts my own heart, to see and deal with that blank wall. That is how I am going to deal with my son on this matter, But I am requesting "PRIVATE" e-mail or PM from others who might have had a 48 year old son and how things worked out?? Todays story: The Window There were once two men, both seriously ill, in the same small room of a great hospital. Quite a small room, it had one window looking out on the world. One of the men, as part of his treatment, was allowed to sit up in bed for an hour in the afternoon (something to do with draining the fluid from his lungs). His bed was next to the window. But the other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. Every afternoon when the man next to the window was propped up for his hour, he would pass the time by describing what he could see outside. The window apparently overlooked a park where there was a lake. There were ducks and swans in the lake, and children came to throw them bread and sail model boats. Young lovers walked hand in hand beneath the trees, and there were flowers and stretches of grass, games of softball. And at the back, behind the fringe of trees, was a fine view of the city skyline. The man on his back would listen to the other man describe all of this, enjoying every minute. He heard how a child nearly fell into the lake, and how beautiful the girls were in their summer dresses. His friend's descriptions eventually made him feel he could almost see what was happening outside. Then one fine afternoon, the thought struck him: Why should the man next to the window have all the pleasure of seeing what was going on? Why shouldn't he get the chance? He felt ashamed, but the more he tried not to think like that, the worse he wanted a change. He'd do anything! One night as he stared at the ceiling, the other man suddenly woke up, coughing and choking, his hands groping for the button that would bring the nurse running. But the man watched without moving - even when the sound of breathing stopped. In the morning, the nurse found the other man dead, and quietly took his body away. As soon as it seemed decent, the man asked if he could be switched to the bed next to the window. So they moved him, tucked him in, and made him quite comfortable. The minute they left, he propped himself up on one elbow, painfully and laboriously, and looked out the window. It faced a blank wall. Have a great day everyone, for even in turmoil, you can find a rainbow if you look. Don't believe me? Just watch the ending of the next big thunder buster storm you come across....... wb