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  1. I'm fairly certain he had a stroke.

    When he taught at an Ohio limb meeting in about 1980, it was apparent that something was amiss.

    His gait was unsteady and he searched for words that eluded him.

    My first impression was that he had a stroke.

    It was a packed auditorium so I'm sure someone else must remember.

    VPW did have a stroke according to the POP paper. I'm not sure of the timing because CG doesn't give any dates, of course.

    Perhaps someone who remembers these events could put a date to it.

    The following are from POP (p 2):

    Also, at Dr. Wierwille's recommendation, we changed the Ministry year for Europe from one

    that paralleled the year in the U.S.A. to one that began and ended at the New Year period.

    After we had moved to England it became quite apparent that Robert and Barbara Wilkinson were

    of such a mind that they were not going to actively help, at least not with goodwill. This all came about

    while I was on an itinerary, and in fact it was during that itinerary that Dr. Wierwille first had a stroke...

    Picking back up, I called in to talk to Doctor about Robert and the situation that was developing and could not get through to him.

    I was only told that he was gone and could not be reached. When I tried to call back again he still was not there,

    so I went through to Howard.
    Howard told me that he had had a stroke and that he was not well.

    I got his permission to come on the next available flight and went to see Dr. Wierwille.

    I found him physically weak but mentally sharp. I had been told not to talk to him about things of the Ministry,

    but that was all he wanted to talk about. I remember when I told him about Robert that he got tears in his eyes

    and said, "How could I have been so wrong?"

    As a result of meetings that were held during that visit (but which did not include Dr. Wierwille) two notable changes were made.

    The first was that Vince Finnegan would replace Bo Reahard as the head of International Outreach and the second was

    that I would become the Country coordinator for the United Kingdom, replacing Robert Wilkinson.

    And yes, reading POP is like swimming in vomit, as Dooj so aptly put it. It certainly makes me feel slimy. It's a good thing I can quickly scan written information.

  2. New Author:

    The next morning the grandmother was the first one in the car, ready to go. She had her big black valise

    that looked like the head of hippopotamus in one corner, and underneath it she was hiding a basket with

    Pitty Sing, the cat, in it. She didn't intend for the cat to be left alone in the house for three days because

    he would miss her too much and she was afraid he might brush against on of the gas burners and accidentally asphyxiate himself.

    The old lady settled herself comfortably, removing her white gloves and putting them up with her purse

    on the shelf in front of the back window. The children's mother still had on slacks and still had her head

    tied up in a green kerchief, but the grandmother had on a navy blue straw sailor hat with a bunch of

    white violets on the brim and navy blue dress with a small white dot in the print...In case of an accident,

    anyone seeing her dead on the highway would know at once that she was a lady.

  3. Here's some more:

    Barnes just broke the cardinal rule in politics: never get caught in bed with a dead woman or a live man.

    You know, Sue Ellen, I do believe you're going ninety miles an hour toward a nervous breakdown. We're going to have to do something about your ravings.

    Oh Barnes, you just get dumber and dumber every day.

    Well, last night we went to the Oil Baron's and we ran into that termite brother of yours!

    Are you talking to me?

    Anyone else in here gotta termite for a brother?

    Lost another one, did you, sugar? Hell, I got to hand it to you, you sure can pick them. A pansy, a crook, and an up-and-coming pauper. You are a veritable magnet for losers and failures.

  4. I worked in an underground mine for 3 and a half years, and drove a carpool for most of that time.

    On occasion, I would pop in a tape of Beethoven's 5th during the 30-45 minute drive.

    As I walked around underground, I could always tell where my fellow carpoolers were by the whistling,

    humming, or singing of Beethoven's 5th wafting out of the drifts or motors.

    This is my favorite part of the 5th:

    Beethoven's 5th - 4th movement

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjjVFNA82oc...feature=related

  5. Say, why don't you have that junior plastic surgeon you married design you a new face: one without a mouth!

    A marriage is like a salad: the man has to know how to keep his tomatoes on the top.

    All that matters is winning.

    Power, money, and control mean nothing to me. I want a nice, ordinary life with my husband.

    Look, you refugee from a stud farm, don't push your luck!

    You're a drunk!

    The Joan of Arc would be a drunk too if she was married to you.

    Lots of men have tried to run roughshod over me. You can visit them in the cemetery.

  6. I was born in a cross fire hurricane...

    But it's alright now, in fact it's a gas,

    But it's alright

    "Jumpin' Jack Flash" is a gas, gas, gas

    by Mick Jagger and the boys.

    -------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    New Tune:

    I'm going where the water tastes like wine

    We can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time

  7. Here's some more:

    Sometimes I think Wolf Larsen mad, or half mad at least, what of his strange moods and vagaries.

    At other times I take him for a great man, a genius who has never arrived. And, finally, I am convinced

    that he is the perfect type of the primitive man, born a thousand years or generations too late and an

    anachronism in this culminating century of civilization. He is certainly an individualist of the most pronounced type.

    Not only that, but he is very lonely. There is no congeniality between him and the rest of the men aboard ship.

    His tremendous virility and mental strength wall him apart. They are more like children to him, even the hunters,

    and as children he treats them, descending perforce to their level and playing with them as a man plays with puppies.

    Or else he probes them with the cruel hand of a vivisectionist, groping about in their mental processes and

    examining their souls as though to see of what soul-stuff is made.

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