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From: mute@hotblack.gweep.net (Josh Brandt)
Subject: Re: I remember it clear as yesterday...
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Summary: nekkid and floatin'. Gaw-lee gee-whiz! (And daid!)
Organization: GweepCo Cooperative Network - Worcester, Massachusetts, USA
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Date: Thu, 30 Jun 1994 00:16:19 GMT

In article ,
Liz Stewart  wrote:
>
>Gramps thought for a few moments, and then said, "Did I ever tell y'all
>'bout my rich stepdaddy and how he tried to squash all them Wall Street
>busybodies with his special knowings?  Shucks, that's a good'un..."

Y'see, back in the Wild Days, Wall Street was all full of these fellers in
suits that we all called "Stock-brokers." Them there stock-brokers passed
the time by findin' companies, buyin' 'em up, and losing all their money.
That's why they was called stock-brokers, y'see. 

(Outside Grampa's little world, Joey blinked in confusion. Gramps
rambled on.)

Now, my stepdaddy was named Moribuki Ichikawanga, and he was one of the last
Japanese types left in the world after Japan was swallered up whole by that
monster thing that wandered out of the Hole one fine Sunday afternoon, not
long after church let out. Old Pa Itchy, as we liked to call him, used to
spend all him time out in the gee-rage buildin' on some project of his he
liked to call Spashin Robo, for no reason any of us could ascertain. 

One rainy day not long after Japan had been wiped right out, ol Pa Itchy got
it into his head that it would be a good idea to that this here Spashin Robo
deal of his and walk it right down to where them stock-brokers like to hang
out. So he loaded it up with some major pile of munitions, includin' a real
expeerimental kinda thing he liked to call the Tidal Wave Gun, or some such
like that, and started it up. It was round 'bout tall as a couple'a' phone
poles, and big and heavy and grindin'. Mighty scary, I do tell you. 

So, down he went, stompin' along with that there Spashin Robo deal of his,
headin' down toward Wall Street...
-- 
Passage of time flickers dimly on the fading screen          
I can't see the lines I used to think I could read between  --  Eno
                                               mute@hotblack.gweep.net


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