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Desperado Authors: Healey and Frey Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? You've been out ridin'fences for so long, now. Oh, you're a hard one, I know that you've got your reasons, but these things that are pleasin' you can hurt you somehow. Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy she'll beat you if she's able you know the queen of hearts is always your best bet. Now it seems to me some fine things have been laid upon your table but you only want the ones that you can't get. Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger. Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home. And freedom, oh freedom, well, that's just some people talkin', your prison is walking through this world all alone. Don't your feet get cold in the wintertime? When the sky won't snow and the sun won't shine, It's hard to tell the nighttime from the day. You're loosin' all your highs and lows. Ain't it funny how the feelin' goes away? Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? Come down from your fences, open the gate. It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you. You better let somebody love you You better let somebody love you before it's too late.

I second this! Angela is one of the most wonderful individuals it's ever been my pleasure to know. I'd love to know how she's doing. vfashby@ou.edu

In the name of the Ice Cream Bowl, I hereby initiate the new 9th Corps Thread. Ladies, were you on Don and Bill's "list?" How many ways ARE there to eat old popcorn? What was the most innovative excuse you ever heard for being late? Did you ever end up on the jackhammer crew? I'm breaking the champagne bottle against the bow; this thread has been christened.

As a Corps grad on staff at the time, all we knew was that Chris Geer was going to teach Corps night that night. What a bombshell! It's my memory on the subject that the Corps who were listening in at root locations that night were the only ones to hear the whole thing until the following Corps Week. At Corps Week, we all gathered into the main tent and heard it together. It was the next morning that our sixth corps brother, Harry Cox, was killed instantly by a huge truck, on his way from the Moynihans' residence, where he was staying, presumeably while on his way to the breakfast tent. I've always thought that Harry was probably distracted from his driving, thoughts focused on the presentation of the night before. He was reported by the truck driver to have run a stop sign.