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sfmike

Dear Lance:

Thanks for the Maud Newton blog link. That was some good writing, though I don't think I'll be back just because the paint-splattered background around the text made me think of nothing but Michael Caine being tortured in "The Ipcress File" by bad strobe lights and graphics.

As for your grandmother who believed that her husband was part of the OSS/CIA, I wouldn't discount her stories so completely as an act of Irish embroidery. Remember, it was "Wild Bill" Donovan who essentially created the monster National Security State that we're all still living with.

All the best

Neddie Jingo

>> Neddy also reveals he is, or was, a Mets fan

Mostly "was," but the tender spot still remains, and rare is the morning I don't glance at the box scores. Nowadays the Jingo allegiance leans heavily in favor of the New Kids in Town, Washington's gain and Montreal's loss, the Gnats. Bet I'll never rate a ticket two rows behind home plate, as I did in that magical year 1985, when Mrs. Jingo's print vendor slipped her two magical ducats in the company box seat in Row B. On the mound that day: Doc Gooden versus Nolan Ryan. Never in the history of organized ball has there been such a blah blah blah...

I'd go for your Central Park softball game in a New York minute, Lance, except that the nature of the male psyche is such that we'd all wind up pretending that we were the actual Glory-Day Mets who occupied our positions, and my natural-born ability to turn the 5-4-3 double play would lead me to try to impersonate both halves of the second-base platoon of Wally Backman and Tim Teufel, and the Thorazine just won't let me do that any more.

"Teufel" means "devil" in German. Nedd I say more?

(I have noticed that when I type my nom de guerre, more often than not the fine motor skills required to double the D slip up and instead render it "Needy," which I find a bit sobering -- there being, after all, no such thing as a typographical error.)

Bill Altreuter

I'm on that list. Let's Go Mets!

Lance

Ned, You can still be an honorary member of the team.

Bill, great to have you aboard. What do you bat, right or left? More important, what do beer do you drink?

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