Dignity Ain't Never Been Photographed

From: Karen Spangler
Date: Wed Jun 9, 1999 1:46:07 PM America/New_York

Hey Gab, It is good to hear you are surviving in this crazy world. Sorry to hear about your rodent problem. Would you like to have a cat? That would solve the problem. I have one that I'm trying to give away. She is a little sweet thing but I'm sure the rats wouldn't know any different. Let me know.

Sounds like I missed an adventurous evening. I haven't talked to Sue since before you guys went out. I guess I need to give her a call. Sue is pretty funny when she has had a couple of drinks. Well, work is just nuts right now. We have a big meeting tomorrow with all of the CEOs of Apple, Sun, Dell, IBM, HP, etc. Gab, it was good to hear from you and let's talk soon. One of these days, you guys have to meet my new mainsqueeze!!

It was a nice surprise to get mail from you Karen! Yeah, Sue told me about your new guy, but she couldn't remember his name. My apologies as a result of the folks we were going to flag at the old Parrot Island Bar changing gears on us, shifting the party up to Cockeysville, which we drove on Saturday afternoon and back Sunday morning. Originally I was trés stoked on the fact that six of us were a rendezvous package pulled together on short notice and in such poetic clockwork form. That would have been wonderful serendipity. When the plan collapsed, I was sad, little boy sad. But we had a good time frolicking past the flashbulbs nevertheless.

Susanne and Hank, who live there in Fells Point, are nice enough folks as Marylanders go, well, Hank is. Susanne can be a bit of a boring snit sometimes, but is a fashionista, and absolutely charming when it suits her, so it would have been fun to spend the day on their boat then meet with you guys and the web boobie people at PI that night. Turns out as you may already know by now, new management and new name killed those plans. Said Susanne, and later Dave, of the Dave & Jen show. The latter couple are genuinely nice folks too lemme say. A marvelous meeting them and their friends. Well, Sue got a bit too self-consciously drunk and nasty for her own sake, but she survived without too much loss of face, felt bad for it, and all that, and I think everybody enjoyed meeting us, and no harm was done. I whisked Sue out of the party just after one-thirty in the morning, and snuggled her into the Hampton Inn sheets, where she slept like a baby.

I'd snapped five rolls of film, well worth the effort. Now isn't THAT just darling!

It's been a busy spring around here, and phooey, after all my hard work, we now host one or more nasty clawing stinking pesky rats in the house. Above my head while sitting at my computer one day last week I heard this scratching and squealing sound coming from between the floors. It went on until I started thumping at the spot. The noise stopped. A couple of nights later evidence was found in the bread loaf left on the night counter. Indeed, rodents had invaded. It never ceases around here. The war on dignity. Coincidences, messages from the darkside? This morning I found two holes in my yard. Rat tunnels. My cup runneth over!

Help!

GT