******************************************** Additional Text for the 08/04/04 Alumni Sandstorm ******************************************** >>From: Jeff Michael ('65) Hey Bombers and Bomberettes... I have to admit, as of yesterday evening, I had not recovered from the trauma of the Pappy Pond Bashing in the Sandstorm the other day. Just the thought of anon letters to the portly pond caretaker was almost more than my itty bitty feelin's could handle. It was totally beyond my faculties to respond yesterday. Even bouyed by the undeniable honor of Pappy bestowing the title of "Lustrous Potentate of Puddle Pond Current Events" on this awestruck scribbler was insufficient to muster a response. But land of goshen... today was certainly a new dawn! Look at that, 29, yes, twenty-nine, posts to today's Sandstorm!!! Enough readin' for three (3) cups o' java! Now, mind you, they were not ALL about Pappy's Pond (in a long ago past, referred to as "PP"). Some had to do with various serious subjects like, life and death. But Maren, has there EVER been a level of participation than exceded the cyberspace limits of this document? And if so, what serious subject prompted it? The State Basketball tournament? The hanging chads of the last Presidential election? I know it WASN'T the release of Clinton's boring book or even the miracle of Lance Armstrong's victory over cancer and world-wide bicycling. What has it takin to draw more people to the forum? Laughter, jest and jibe, and the underlying commentary on current events. [Try 47 entries... had to split the Sandstorm in two for the 6/26/00 Sandstorm - most all ad the subject of "R2K" -- and there were 27 entries for the 6/27 issue. AlumniSandstorm.tripod.com/htm2000/2000-06-Jun.htm is where you can read them all. -Maren] I recall my days at Chief Jo. There were parties where we barely pubescent men and women struggled to emerge from our cocoons of infancy. For some of us, the release came from dancing/frolicking to the strains of "Louie, Louie" and other tunes of the time. For others, it was dicussion/debate groups in a corner off the dance floor. Some folks were bi- lobed-cranial creatures who could move about in both circles with equal acumen and grace. Others were only comfortable in one group or the other. But we all came to the party. I liken that description to this forum, risking banishment to the Sagebrush. I've seen fixations of spelling/grammer, allitteration, puns and personal parrying over particular preferences during the past year of my partication. But look here, even John Browne, Jr ('61) has ascended to Haiku in his last post! Now that's serious stuff! So, in summation, let's all come to the party. Take from the table those things we like and enjoy... pass over those that do not interest us. Live and let live. As some these days like to say: It's all good. To: Pappy Swan ('59) As I mentioned earlier in this post, I really appreciate the position of honor that you have enlisted me to. But I do have a problem with the title. In my days of more serious reading about current events, I have delved into the "end times" series of books. In fact, I have met the authors at the pre-release of one of their volumes. My point is, I have a visceral reaction to the word "potentate" that is most distressing, much like "I'm gonna be sick!" I ask with all humility that you consider modifying the title to use some other word. If that would be a problem for the Puddle Pond Powers that Process Papers, then I must ask that the title be betowed upon another person. Thank you. To: Patti Jones Ahrens ('60) Oh my, what a memory! Your little sister, Nina, and swings at Spalding. Makes me wanna go there right now... but someone would probably start whistling "Aqualung". Nina was one of my favorite girls, but unapproachable for me. After all she was a "ten" and I was a four-eyed, short, suspender-wearin' "-3". Gregor Hanson ('65) was more her level... Captain of the street crossing patrol and all. It doesn't look like there are any signatures on the bungee jump expedition. I have an idea about that, though, that I'll share in a future post. dj jeff Michael ('65) ********************************************