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- Path: sparky!uunet!digex.com!snarf
- From: snarf@access.digex.com (Sean Eustis)
- Newsgroups: alt.callahans
- Subject: hello
- Date: 22 Dec 1992 02:47:14 GMT
- Organization: Express Access Online Communications, Greenbelt, MD USA
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- Newsgroups: alt.callahans
- Subject: Dia dhuit and slainte...Hello and to your health.
- Summary:Introduction
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- Outside of the Place, a blond guy in a tattered jean-jacket with the
- 'Death or Glory' skull and crossbones painted on the right shoulder and
- chevrons on the cuff walks to the small crowd gathered and pulls a large
- red candle out of one of the jacket pockets. Taking a Bic from another
- pocket, he speaks,
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- "Just wanted to add a little energy to the goodwill gathered here.
- I am the Dreamweaver, and I bid you all a good Solstice."
-
- Lighting the wick of his candle, adding his own light to the growing
- brightness, Dreamweaver places his candle on the snow-covered ground.
-
- "I'll see you inside."
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- Opening the dented and worn oak door, Dreamweaver walks in.
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- Taking some bills (Not having any laws about him) and placing them on the
- bar, he says,
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- "Line 'em up for me , Mike. I'll be having Southern Comfort,
- Mezcal, and Glenfiddich."
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- Taking the shots to the chalk-line and closing his eyes as if working up
- the courage to go parachuting, the lad raises his glass and speaks,
-
- "Hello everybody. I am Dreamweaver. I have been listening and
- looking from the edge of sleep in the twillight before morning. I've heard
- hellos, goodbyes, tears, poetry, good news and bad. Congrats to Jessica
- Rhianon and her parents, you are about to experience a miracle. I don't
- rD}O~}mber much about my own childhood, except for some dreams. I do,
- however, remember some of the mistakes of my youthand what I learned from
- them. Most of them involve Southern Comfort. So..."
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- Taking the shot of SC and grimacing with the bitterness, he launches the
- glass into the fireplace.
-
- "To youth, may we learn to teach it well."
- <Crash.>
- "When I was younger I had many fears. I still have some, but when
- I've needed it the most I always managed to be brave and keep going. I've
- recently been hurt by the ending of a wonderful relationship. I've been
- slowly re-learning to be able to keep giving my love to others and go on
- without her... But, I haven't felt as loved as I did, and I hope I don't
- miss out on what someone else could offer and... sorry, I'm babbling..."
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- The Mezcal is excecuted in a well practiced lick-shoot-suck manuever.
-
- "To courage, may we all find it when we need it."
- <Crash!>
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- The Dreamweaver wipes away the tear that rolled down his cheek during the
- last toast and raises his shot of Glenfiddich.
-
- "Finally, for all of the loved ones who have died, the friends who
- have gone, the lovers who leave, and the dreams we leave behind. We
- remember you. No matter how slightly you touch our hearts, there is always
- a part of you still with us in our lives. For you, I raise uiscebeatha,
- the water of life..."
-
- "To life, and the memories that make it last forever."
-
- Smiling for the first time since entering Callahan's as he raises the
- whiskey to his lips, Dreamweaver drinks deeply of life and hurls the shot
- glass in to the fire.
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