>>> I don't know how to keep them out of my house. Persia usually hunts
>>> down the "hoppy bugs". But a while ago she went to her Drinkwell
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> likes to play with them, but not when they are in HER fountain! She
> is Her Majesty, Persia the Queen :)
>>>> I don't know how to keep them out of my house. >>> ??? And just why
are you living in a cave?
>> I'm hiding out from the evil ... oh, wait, this is 2005. >
> YOU ARE OSAMA BIN LADEN, AND I CLAIM THE L5!
Okay, Duke - that's not even funny. I lost 295 co-workers in the WTC (30 of
whom I knew personally who were transferred from Memphis after a corporate
takeover).
On a slightly lighter note, I'm going to meet with a survivor of that
tragedy for dinner on 2/12. Ian Robb was in the elevator on the ground
floor when the first plane hit the north tower. The elevator didn't go
anywhere. When it finally opened up about an hour later, he and other
stunned people walked into the lobby to find it filled with firefighters,
surrounded by rubble, glass, blood and body parts. Ian got on a train for
home and was talking to his daughter on the phone assuring her he was okay
when he heard the sound and turned and saw the north tower crumble. I know
he'll never get over it and it will NOT be a topic at our dinner unless he
chooses to bring it up.
He quit the company, moved to Savannah, GA almost immediately afterwards.
They have no tall towering buildings there.
Ian's daughter, Alexis, went to live with him and brought 2 cats. He didn't
want cats. Guess what? He now is owned by two cats :)
Jill
Jo Firey - 30 Jan 2005 21:46 GMT
> Ian's daughter, Alexis, went to live with him and brought 2 cats. He
> didn't
> want cats. Guess what? He now is owned by two cats :)
>
> Jill
Sometimes we learn we really need something we didn't have sense enough to
want.
Jo
jmcquown - 30 Jan 2005 23:00 GMT
>> Ian's daughter, Alexis, went to live with him and brought 2 cats. He
>> didn't
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>
> Jo
True! And despite it all he's got a great sense of humour, too. When I
asked if he wanted to go someplace casual, like jeans or should I wear a
dress he wrote:
"I leave it up to you in terms of whether it is a jeans or a
dress place. If the latter, please give me lots of warning as my dresses
are all a bit tight these days and I'll have to shave my legs." LOL
Jill
Duke of Url - 31 Jan 2005 01:58 GMT
>>>>> I don't know how to keep them out of my house. >>> ??? And just
>>>>> why are you living in a cave?
>>>
>>> I'm hiding out from the evil ... oh, wait, this is 2005.
>> YOU ARE OSAMA BIN LADEN, AND I CLAIM THE L5!
>
> Okay, Duke - that's not even funny. I lost 295 co-workers in the WTC
> (30 of whom I knew personally who were transferred from Memphis after
> a corporate takeover).
You know I didn't mean to hurt you - if we can't laugh, we can only cry.
You got the reference, I take it?
> On a slightly lighter note, I'm going to meet with a survivor of that
> tragedy for dinner on 2/12. Ian Robb was in the elevator on the
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> saw the north tower crumble. I know he'll never get over it and it
> will NOT be a topic at our dinner unless he chooses to bring it up.
Unbelievable that no 5-ton chunk fell down the shaft!
> He quit the company, moved to Savannah, GA almost immediately
> afterwards. They have no tall towering buildings there.
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>
> Jill
jmcquown - 31 Jan 2005 08:59 GMT
The elevator
>> didn't go anywhere. When it finally opened up about an hour later,
>> he and other stunned people walked into the lobby to find it filled
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>>
> Unbelievable that no 5-ton chunk fell down the shaft!
Quite. If you get a chance to see the film done by the two French brothers
who were simply documenting the life of a firefighter, you'll see Ian walk
out of the elevator when the doors finally opened (along with a bunch of
other startled people).
From what I gather, the first plane hit directly in the office of our former
director of I.T., Gary Lasko's office. Ian and another couple of guys had
met the night before over drinks to discuss Gary's 50th birthday party.
Gary was commuting weekly between Memphis (where his family lives) and a
corporate apartment in NYC. Wrong place, wrong time :(
Jill