Posted by Doc M on February 14, 2000 at 14:06:52:
In Reply to: See you on the other side of the Rainbow posted by Bill R on February 13, 2000 at 17:28:29:
: To all,
: It is likely I will not have much access to the computer for the next two weeks after today, so I wanted to say a temporary fair-well to all you wonderful people in Mohicanland. Hopefully, the first week in March will bring the Gnome family safely to its new hollow-tree home in Wisconsin, and we will be able to fire up the mouse treadmill generating the power needed to go online again at that time.
: It has been wonderful being back in Mohicanland, but these here woods are just gettin' too danged overrun by those of low repute such as that there Doc Mary and her Huron followers. We gotta move our humble gnome abode as the trembling of the earth in their passing to her door goes on day and night. Never again will we build our home below a beaten trail leading to THAT woman's den of iniquity. We promise to notify all of our arrival and regain contact with you all through the offices of our beloved Mentor Man, the Great Ponytail, Richfed the Mohican Hearted, The Postman, He-who-delivers-on-fair-days-only-and-that-through-rain-sleet-and-snow-crap-is-bull, Mr Richard Federeci......
: Do not worry if you all dont hear from us for a bit, as we will surely renew our silliness once established in the new territory of Oisconsin. I hear tell that place be over run with Frenchies, and stinketh of garlic, and you can't get a fair deal from those froggies like you can from the Canadian Trader, English Trader or even the Dutch trader outta Albany.....and we all know how tight fisted and percunious those Albany Dutch be!...but I'm told it is very pretty and I 'spect we will enjoy our new location.
: Be happy you all. See you all on the Other Side of the Rainbow!!!
: And may you each and every one find YOUR pot of gold at the end of YOUR rainbow.
: Billy and Betty Gnome
Dear B&B Gnome:
I hear the Natives of Oisconsin are a marvelously simple
folk who wear cheese on their heads and drink vast quantities
of malt beverages (which would account for the headgear,
no doubt.) They dance and sing tralala all the day long...
when they're not being frozen into popsicles by raging
blizzards or being torn apart by rabid wolves. Just flick
a lighter and wave a cheese log around, Billy boy -- they'll
make you their king!
Don't you worry...Doctor Mary's cauldron will always
be yours to inhabit, no matter how long...no matter how
far!!
Doc M