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Philip Spiess
Wow! My modest inquiry about where everybody went certainly -- and suddenly -- elicited responses! And some more glorious Buchholz pictures!
Jeff: You didn't say where you vacationed.
Nelson: Don't worry that you don't have a thing to wear to the Reunion -- don't wear a thing, and I'm sure it will be charming.
Bruce: Yes, my computer does underline things, much to this English major's irritation.
Barbara and Jerry: That reference to a giant olive attracted my attention, too; I love a variety of different types of olives in my martinis -- almond-stuffed, feta or blue cheese-stuffed, and those amazing orange peel-stuffed ones -- but in my "dirty martinis" (beloved of FDR) I prefer marinated mushrooms.
Murdock: I like the Isle of Islay single-malts the best, particularly Laphroaig (because -- I hate to admit this -- its taste reminds me of the way that Johnson & Johnson Band-Aids used to smell). I also like the several cask variations of Glenmorangie.
Dale: Is that a giant marijuana plant you're staring through?
Dave: Would you describe that photo of an Indian girl balancing things on her head to Dale as a picture of a "pothead"? And is that last picture you posted for Murdock what Dale Gieringer is apt to look like in twenty years?
Jerry: I think you've got it backwards -- at a seance you're supposed to hear the ghosts, not see them . . . but they can see you! Some day I'll tell you all about my investigation, circa 1970, of an 1850 "haunted" house in Clifton, paired with England's "white witch," Sybil Leek, who conducted the seance, and who worked with Hans Holzer, the so-called "ghost hunter."
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