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- From: jmpierce@whale.st.usm.edu (Jimmy Malcolm Pierce)
- Subject: Re: A Christmas Story
- Message-ID: <1992Dec26.045034.21600@ra.msstate.edu>
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- References: <1992Dec25.075320.24135@rock.concert.net>
- Date: Sat, 26 Dec 1992 04:50:34 GMT
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- >Darkshot blows in with a strong arctic wind behind him. 15 degrees F in
- >Creedmoor, and it's obviously been a difficult night for him.
- >His family colors are soiled- red mud streaks the white cloak with the
- >crimson lining; his boots show signs of long travel in places where
- >there are no roads, but his smile is infectious.
- >
- >Mauford B. Garrett, my only White Christmas, and engineering.
- >
- > "When we woke up Christmas morning, Santa had of course visited, but
- >what was strange.......sleigh tracks. Starting at the driveway, shallow-
- >progressively deeper 'til they came alongside the front porch (we had no
- >chimney)- footprints all over the porch, a bunch of "tiny hoof" marks in
- >a very localized area between the sleigh-runner marks in front of the
- >porch. The sleigh tracks continued off up through the yard, and led out to the
- ><stand of pines, where the gradually became more and more shallow until they
- >vanished.
-
- "Wow !!!"
-
- >The snow in the yard was pristine, except for the sleigh tracks. Although
- >I now work with people who worked with my father, and say that I'm a better
- >engineer than he ever was- I have no idea how the hell he did it. Nor
- >do they. It is a Mystery- a last Gift from my father, my Dad- for he died
- >soon after this miracle. And never told his only son How He Did It.
- >
- >Darkshot calls for his father's favorite drink: Ancient Ancient Age, with
- >a Pepsi chaser. He stands at the line.
- >
- > "A toast: To engineering- a talent so formidable that it can make you
- >believe in magic- even when you know how it works. And to my Dad- a master
- >magician. The world is poorer without you, and your talents. If there is
- >an afterlife, you're gonna have to explain that one to me. Cheers!
- >
- >All that remains where he was standing is a fog of probabilities and
- >a drained shot glass.
- >
- >A voice speaks clearly from a direction nobody can point to: "Merry Christmas!"
-
- "Welcome to The Place ! Darkshot, I'm not an engineer, but I can't think
- of anyway he could have done it either ! So, he must have had Santa's Help,
- and no I'm not joking !" Linda.
-
- "Linda, are you certain ? Anti-grav or a helicopter could... Right,
- it must have been Santa ! " DJ.
-
- "Welcome to Callahan's !" Robbie.
-
- --
- Jim Pierce Bach. of Sci. in Applied Computer Science USM
- jmpierce@whale.st.usm.edu Disclaimer: Standard.
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