Okay, this just trickled in from the Facebook Liberation Front. Robert Swartwout, a mid-level manager at the managerially-corrupt Veterans Administration has just reported that Hurricane Arthur the Miserable has left the North Carolina shores and is spinning out to sea, so the quarterly Swartwout family vacation can resume full speed now that the lights are back on. I imagine a slightly different tone has smothered the coastal towns, resulting in pressing exchanges of concern among the locals about property damages and minor setbacks, but those resilient people live season to season in that horrid storm zone, so they usually manage to snap back rather quickly from a storm of this low magnitude. The ones that don't or can't simply leave for less breezy arrangements.
My snarky but intended only in fun reply to Robert:
Only a low down high fallutin' Connecticut Yankees fan would pay perfectly good US-inflated tourist dollars to win emergency merit badges by way of a stinking little Cat 2 Carolina 'Cane, but also like a perfectly good Connecticut Yankees fan, you didn't turn and run like a low down high fallutin' blue belly deserter either. Therefore, it's a sipping whiskey wash as they say...so please do enjoy your elegant poseur fishing and other fine washables while the government continues to soak the rest of us, and the natives just smile as they're taking yours!
Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2000 19:12:26
From: Timothy S. Shipman
Admittedly, he is very resourceful. Chalk one up to cleverness and saavy on Steve's part. Boy he must have worked pretty hard on coming up with the right e-mail address config for me.
As far as the house goes...glad you received an offer, sorry it was lower than your asking price. I'm not quite sure what to make of the whole realtor scenario. It doesn't sound like you guys are having it go your way. I've heard it said that persistence pays off, and if there's anyone more persistent than you I'd like to hear of it.
Steve is now threatening to come down here on the guise of testing the voice-over market, even though he, himself, admits to not really being able to afford it and that NYC is really the voice-over venue. On the bright-side if he gets down here he might get his VCR back from me that he has been pineing away for. He wants me to mail it to him. Hell's Bell's it's a mono VCR. Peter had been in the market for a VCR, so I suggsted to Steve that he negotiate an equitable cash agreement w/Peter. But oh no, that was too troublesome and expensive. Off course, that left me wondering more troublesome and expensive for whom? I expect to have been able to run off a tape of Ministry by the end of the weekend, so will be in touch over the weekend.
Thanks for your help on the "Steve w/Tim's home e-mail address" quandry. I did know it was possible to find out or at least get pretty close to someone's e-mail address with certain sources, but my goodness he did a vigorous and thorough job. Anyway, what is your intended schedule for the weekend? As usual given the circumstances, I mention in passing that a bunch of my work associates and I will be convening a Happy Hour gathering at The Big Hunt Fri. 04/14/00 @6:30p, and you and Sue are welcome.
I'm hoping the new move will open up my sinuses again with a taste of the splendid, I had rejected living so many years in a disordered neighborhood, but I look around with that quiet joy that I fought the good fight and won here more than my own share of battles in the ghetto wars, though as the endgame approaches, my scars are many, and I wear most of them around my waist.
Well Tim, you'll just have to ask him if you guys ever joe friendly again. Lots of news on the GSIS front office relocation project. We're a jot and a jane from signing a deal, AT OUR ORIGINAL PRICE.
And without post drilling a sign out front.
Or having Lillie hosting a general open house. Or the preferred realtor's open house. All tried and true approaches user by finer salesmanship types, let me agree, but gently rejected by GT, replaced with a few whimsies, and strong purposes a faith and daring you know to be true of meand then not even needed. Is this real thing? Am I really living a charmed life and don't even recohnize it? Is this Sue and Gabriel DOING the Baby Dance or WHASSSUPPPP? Or a mere peace offering of my own warped imagination? Are my literary compulsionsa gift from the One True God of Inexplicable Coincidences, or merely the whip of wind around the pole that knows nothing but the warring process of oxidation and the errors even sub-atomic patterns contain within them? Can't say for sure. But the details are rich, and worth a sift.
For now I'll leave the dashing against the rocks for others, but there's no doubt we've offended every face of god in the house with our presumptuousness, but then MY kind of behavior generally always carries the hour. What this offense earns us is the undeniable urge to move uptown first a vision, then a reality. And now these new Raders inherit the role the perfect people for the place, and it makes us feel good because they just WANT the place, and should be able to handle it, and that's all they are asking for. And they are are prepared to move boxes. Bottomline I figure it's because it's an easy in and out again for parents from where they live north in Laurel. And here's the gasper, the third place in two weeks yet at the Essex Building in the 4700 block of Connecticut has come on the market. Cumberland Street cross-bearing. Hey I nixed with some Connecticut Rockefellers on Cumberland Island once. Lots of stories there. We're whizzing by early tonight. I'll risk Metro to Van-Ness, and walk the four or five blocks north to the building. I'm hoping the new move will open up my sinuses again with a taste of the splendid, I had rejected living so many years in a disordered neighborhood, but I look around with that quiet joy that I fought the good fight and won here more than my own share of battles in the ghetto wars, though as the endgame approaches, my scars are many, and I wear most of them around my waist.
Thanks for the invite, but probably won't be able to find the BIG HUNT with all that's grabbing me by the shorthairs around here. Yes, I mentioned all those moving details in mail, and schedule, ah, THAT'S where you heard it, and as fer the weekend, who knows? painting the backyard fence again, remember five years ago, househunting, packing, resting, et cetera.
Just call when you're feeling like you can swing by. Chances are we'll be here.
"Ignorance and virtue suck on the same straw. Souls grow on bones, but die beneath bankers' hours.""