Conference lgp30::christian-perspective

Earl Miller, retired United Methodist pastor and servant of the Lord, Jesus
Christ, was struck by a car and killed instantly last Thursday, February 14th.
He was a victim of polio in his 20's and nearly abandoned the call to
ordained ministry.  He served vigorously, tirelessly, relentlessly, but
always with the use of crutches and leg braces.

Earl was the driving force behind the Conference Committee on Ministry
with Persons with Handicapping Conditions (CMPHC).  He initiated Camp
Hope, Camp Share, and Camp Promise.

I'll miss your encouragement, Earl.

Richard

Dear Richard,

My heart and prayers are with you at the loss of your friend.

Love,

Ro

    
    
    Mine too, Richard.
    
    Hugs,
    Carole

	Last November, I lost my mother.  We saw it coming from a long
way off.  She'd been close to death on several occasions before.  What
I didn't know was how much of a hole her absence would leave in my life.

	Mother was not without faults.  She was less than tactful.  She
was a bit of a snob.  At the same time, she was a generous, good humored
woman who lovingly stewed over her children right up to her last moments
of consciousness.  She was very proud of her grandson.

	Mother was born Doris Roberts, and grew up in the small college
town of Williamstown, in the beautiful Berkshires of Massachusetts.  The
eldest child, she felt a special responsibility to excel.  She was
valedictorian of her high school graduating class.  She was on the soccer
team.  She learned to pilot a Piper Cub.  She frequently accompanied her
father, a volunteer firefighter, to late night alarms.  She was brought up
American Baptist.  She played the organ and taught Sunday School under the
direction of her mother (and God, of course).

	Before marrying her childhood sweetheart, Mother earned her degree
as an Registered Nurse through Hartford Hospital.  I remember she disliked
being around dead people.  When serving as a hospital chaplain, and while in
the presence of someone recently deceased, I would sometimes fleetingly
recall her accounts of her role as nurse under similar circumstances.  I've
never mentioned this before now.

	Mother married my father.  They moved to Arizona.  She and Dad were
part of a handful of people who initiated what is now Shepherd of the Hills
UCC, in Paradise Valley, Arizona.

	Mother and a close friend of hers founded the Arizona Chapter of the
Muscular Dystrophy Association.  I had been diagnosed at the age of 2 as
having Muscular Dystrophy.

	In her latter years she joined a Presbyterian church located a
few blocks from where I grew up.  The folks there were exemplary in their
care for her.

	Mother is survived by my younger brother and myself.  Mom and Dad
divorced over 12 years ago.

	Mom, I miss you.

Richard

	I have submitted the following proposal to my local church Board
of Directors.  I offer it here simply as an idea for a living memorial in
the name of a loved one.  This Mother's Day is going a particularly difficult
day for me this year.

Peace,
Richard
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								May 7, 1991
	Pikes Peak Metropolitan Community Church
	Board of Directors

	Subject:  Doris R. Christie Memorial Loan Fund

	Dear PPMCC Board of Directors,

		The purpose of this letter is to propose the Doris R.
	Christie Memorial Loan Fund, a no interest loan fund intended to
	temporarily ease the burden of financially difficult non-business
	situations for members and friends of PPMCC.

	DESCRIPTION:  As a tribute to the memory of the life of my mother,
	Doris R. Christie, I propose providing PPMCC with a one time
	contribution of xxxxxxxxxxxx dollars ($xxxx.00) to initiate a
	loan fund in which any portion thereof may be used to alleviate
	personal or household financial difficulties as needed by
	members and friends of PPMCC.

	As a permanent and designated fund, the Memorial Loan Fund should be
	maintained separately from the general operating fund of the church
	and should be exempt from any denominational apportionments.  However,
	any bank account interest accumulated by the Fund may be considered
	income, if the Board of Directors so designates.  Any repayment in
	excess of the amount loaned should be allowed to remain as part of
	the Memorial Loan Fund to be available for circular loan use.

	In the event of the dissolution of PPMCC, I recommend that whatever
	balance exists in the Memorial Loan Fund be offered to another
	MCC in the region as a foundation for a similarly utilized fund.
	If the amount in the Memorial Loan Fund is deemed too small to make
	such an offer credible, or if all offers are declined, I recommend
	the balance to be donated to the UFMCC.

	UTILIZATION:  I recommend that all loans for the Memorial Loan
	Fund are approved by either:

		2 persons on the Board of Directors or

		the Pastor and a member of the Board of Directors or

		a Deacon and the Pastor or

		a Deacon and a member of the Board of Directors.

	While I believe it should be made clear to the borrower that there is
	an expectation that any loan will be repaid, I recommend that there
	be no interest asked for any loan, no schedule of payments demanded,
	and no penalty imposed if the loan is never repaid.

	I suggest that an announcement of the existence of the Memorial Loan
	Fund be made at least twice a year during regular worship services and
	communicated in other ways as deemed appropriate.

	I believe the foregoing recommendations to be in accordance with the
	teachings of Christ Jesus regarding material wealth.

					In Christ's service,

					RJC

    That is a wonderful idea Richard.  I bet your mom is beaming with joy
    and appreciation.
    
    Hugs,
    Karen 

    
    	A little more on Chris Floyd (details are still sketchy).
    
    He went home Friday complaining about chest pains and appearantly
    died Friday night.  It was evidently short and not too painful.  His
    wife (Jan?) could really use our prayers.
    
    	_ed-
    
    	8:-(

    
    How very sad!  Chris' wonderful, loving spirit always came through
    his words.  I will keep him and his family in my prayers.
    
    Carole

I just read in GOLF::CHRISTIAN that the author of this note, Chris Floyd, is no
longer with us in this earthly life.  I do not know the details.  The note
does not provide the circumstances under which Chris died.

I am heart-sick about it.

Richard
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Note 213.32             The Official Prayer Request Note                32 of 32
AYOV24::CFLOYD "Jesus Christ IS the Son of God"        1 line  15-MAY-1991 11:27
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    Praying you will be 'up and about' soon Nanci!!

    RE: Chris....
    
                       I didn't know Chris very well, but from the people
    who are mourning, I am indeed less for not being able to.  Since most
    of us believe that Chris is in another place, better than here, we
    mourn for ourselves.  I am very sorry and my prayers go out to his
    family...both at home and here.
    
    
    Dave

I didn't know Chris either but his death and kind thoughts to
me in my hour of need, shortly before his death, have certainly 
had a profound effect on me.  May he be blessed in the next
world as he blessed those of us here and may his family be
comforted in their grief.

Nanci

    Praying for Chris, his family, friends and all of us 
    who will feel the loss of his thoughtful notes here.
    
    	B:(
    

Subj:	PAX: TRIBUTE TO BEN LINDER ON THE FIFTH ANNIVERSARY OF HIS DEATH

/** reg.nicaragua: 91.0 **/
** Topic: Tribute to Ben Linder **
** Written 10:18 am  Apr 28, 1992 by gato in cdp:reg.nicaragua **

TRIBUTE TO BEN LINDER ON THE FIFTH ANNIVERSARY OF HIS DEATH

        On April 28, 1987, Benjamin Linder was ambushed and
killed by a group of contras as he was working on a
hydroplant to bring electricity to a village in northern
Nicaragua. Ben was a 27)year old American engineer who, in
the midst of the "me)first" Reagan years, followed his
conscience.
        Ben's conscience took him far from his parent's
comfortable yellow house nestled in the Portland, Oregon
hills))far from his classmate's high)paying engineering jobs
at Boeing and General Dynamics))and into the war zone in the
northern Nicaraguan mountains to El Cua, a small village
three hours up a dirt road, a town full of wooden shacks,
overflowing with barefoot refugee children.
        But Ben was more than an engineer. He was also a clown
and a unicyclist who loved to bring smiles to children who
had known only war, hunger, sadness and death. During a
measles vaccination campaign, Ben drew red spots all over his
body, juggled four balls in the air, and rode his unicycle
down the village's one dirt street to the clinic, followed by
dozens of ragged, open)mouthed children who had never seen a
one)wheeled bicycle, never seen a clown, never seen anything
so fun, so wholly entertaining and crazy.
        Ben wrote in his journal, "I see the kids, and I feel
like taking them all away to a safe place to hide until the
war stops and the hunger stops and El Cua becomes strong
enough to give them the care they deserve. The Pied Piper of
El Cua. But I can't do that, and even if I could, it wouldn't
help the neighboring towns. So instead, I try to put in light
and hope for the best."
        After two years of work, Ben, with the help of many
others, finished building the hydroplant in El Cua, and in
November, 1985, the electricity went on for the town's some
2,500 residents. Because there is electricity in El Cua
today, medicines do not spoil for lack of refrigeration,
teachers give night)time adult education classes, and farming
families, after spendng sun)up to sun)down in the fields,
gather and relax in their houses, listening to radios,
reading, and enjoying cold fruit drinks.
        Ben was a visionary in his realization that education is
one of the keys for breaking the cycle of poverty. Ben passed
on his skills, and trained local residents to work with
machines and run the hydroplant, so that they would be self
sufficient and end the centuries)long tradition of
underdevelopment and dependence. With this training, the
villagers of El Cua gained a new sense of self)respect,
confidence, and hope for a better future for themselves and
their children.
        After completing the hydroplant in El Cua, Ben decided
to build another plant two hours further into the war zone.
Knowing that he was riskng his life, yet filled with
enthusiasm, Ben moved north to San Jose de Bocay. There, the
contras assasinated him and two Nicaraguans as they worked on
a dam for the Bocay hydroplant.
        But Ben's dream and his vision did not die with his
death. Today, the lights in El Cua continue to shine, and the
village's hydroplant is operated and repaired by Nicaraguans
that Ben helped to train. Americans and Nicaraguans, working
together, are completing the second hydroplant, and
electricity in Bocay is scheduled to be turned on this
summer.
        Ben was buried on the edge of the war zone, in the
hillside cemetery that spills down over the mountain city of
Matagalpa, and his grave is often adorned with gladiolas and
roses by Nicaraguans who never even met him. On his tombstone
is the inscription, "The Light he Lit will Shine Forever."

        The biography of Ben Linder, written by Joan Kruckewitt,
will be published by Peachpit Press, Berkeley, California.
** End of text from cdp:reg.nicaragua **

4.206
    
    I'm stunned and saddened at the news of Simon's death.  He seemed to
have such a lively spirit and sense of curiosity.

May Simon rest in the Everlasting Arms.

Richard

    This note is to mark the untimely death of Simon Szeto (on Saturday
    June 13).  See PEAR::SOAPBOX note 764 and HUMANE::DIGITAL note 1941 for
    more details.  He was a very well-known figure in Digital both on the 
    net and off.
    
    I'm posting this note here because Simon started the first
    religiously-oriented conference on the network, which was the
    now-defunct BIBLE conference.  He has had a tremendous influence in
    setting a positive tone in these sorts of conferences.

    See also 4.206 in this file, for a very moving tribute by Alfred
    Thompson.
    
    Bonnie

	It's funny about computer networks, the friendships that can strike
up and be sustained over great distances and durations of time.  Some of the
people I've come to know through Notes, I feel as close to as if I'd known
them face-to-face, yet never have.

	Joe Perry was such a person.  Joe had solicited in a notes conference
(not this one) for a spiritual mentor.  I'm not sure why I decided to respond,
but I did.  Since Joe lived in Massachusetts, and I in Colorado, we quickly
concluded that getting together to talk was, well, impractical.  So we agreed
to experiment with more impersonal modes of communication.

	It was not long before we were immersed in an exchange about the bigger
questions of life; the meaning of existance, the nature of God, etc..  You know,
the kind of stuff we do here in C-P.  Sometimes (and perhaps even more often
than sometimes) our exchanges were silly.  Sometimes our exchanges were quite
solemn.  Sometimes we'd focus on the mundane, sometimes upon the monumental.

	Joe loved God, whom he called "the Big Guy" and "the Guy upstairs,"
among others.  He had a conversational knowledge of the Bible.  A lot of
what he knew about the Bible is what others had said to him about the Bible.

	Joe had a lot of pent-up rage.  Sometimes he let a little of it out.
In time, having grown in mutual trust, he'd occasionally let a lot of it out
at once.  I never scolded him for his attitude.  I think this was something
of a surprise to him.  He always seemed to be expecting a lecture, some form
of chastisement.  But it never happened.

	Joe was into meditation, prayer and drumming - not always in that
order.  He also had an interest in the psychic phenomena and what's commonly
referred to as "New Age" stuff.

	Somewhere along the line, Joe revealed to me that he had been handed
a death sentence.  He'd talk about his bouts with cancer and pneumonia almost
flippantly:

   just dropping a line.  no real news...a little pain here, a little cancer
   there...the usual...

   much love and cosmological significance..

   joe p.

	I once sent Joe on a mission, a mission to seek out and hug a woman
whom I'd also befriended through Notes, but who was a total stranger to him.
Joe rose to the challenge and fulfilled the hug-quest.  And she, too, became
Joe's friend and often served as the link in the communication between Joe
and me (God bless her!).

	For the last couple years, our correspondence was reduced to an
infrequent postcard and a card at Christmas.

	On September 4th of this year, I learned through our mutual friend
that Joe had died the previous Wednesday.   He was only 30 years old.

	Goodbye, Joe, and "best fishes" to you, too.

Richard

    I had the good fortune of meeting Joe through notes as well, yet unlike 
    you, Richard, we Joe and I lived closer together and we spent a bit of 
    time together talking about the issues you wrote about and doing some
    healing work through the process of laying-on-of-hands.
    
    Joe was able to release a lot of rage that he had directed inward for
    some time, and I saw him soften and become more peaceful as time went
    on, though I too, had little contact with him once he left Digital.
    
    I was saddened to hear of his death, but as I thought of him, I could
    feel him close to me and smiling.  I know many of his questions have now 
    been answered.  I know his peace has deepened.
    
    God bless his sweet soul.
    
    Karen

	I heard on the news that veteran character actor Vincent Price died
earlier this week as the age of 82.

	I count myself as fortunate to have met and had lunch with Vincent
Price more than 20 years ago while I was a college student.  Such an elegant
man.  I recall how glowingly he spoke of his good friend, Richard "Red"
Skelton, clown extraordinaire and oil painter.

	Price appeared in more than 100 films in his career.  He'll probably
always be associated with the works of E.A. Poe and the macabre.  Few will
remember it was Price who played Joseph Smith, the founding prophet of the
Mormons, in the film, "Brigham Young."

	In addition to his movie career, Price achieved recognition as a
art critic and a culinary expert.

God bless you, Vincent!

Richard

    I never got to meet him but I did hear him speak when I was in college.
    He was a very funny man who could speak expertly and interestingly on
    a wide range of subjects.

    Something like 20 of his 100 films where of the horror type.

    			Alfred

I was saddened to learn of the death of actor and director Bill Bixby,
who apparently died the day before yesterday fighting cancer.

As an actor, I alway thought Bixby made the best of crummy roles; the
nephew on "My Favorite Martian," the tame side of "The Incredible Hulk,"
the central character in the short-lived "The Magician."  I thought
Bixby's best-suited role was the wise and nurturing father on "The
Courtship of Eddie's Father" in the late '60s.

In his last interview, Bixby said it was his hope to have brought a
little goodwill into the world.

Peace,
Richard

	Richard, I also heard today that he was the director of the tv show,
"Blossom" which airs on NBC on Monday nights at 8:30 ET.


Glen

    "What's the ugliest pa-rt of your bo-dy?
     What's the ugliest pa-rt of your bo-dy?
     Some say your toes,
     Some say your nose,
     But I think it's your mi-nd."
    
    I didn't learn until today that Frank Zappa died last weekend of
    prostate cancer at 52.  Father of Dweezel and Moon Unit, Frank Zappa
    had a flair for the poetic...but little compassion. ;-}
    
    Farewell, Frank!
    

    RE: .23
    
    Did you see the Barbra WAWA interview with Frank this year? Very
    interesting......
    
    Marc H.

    .24  Didn't see it.  Did Zappa or Walters know he was terminal at
    the time?
    
    Richard
    

    Zappa has been sick for a long time. I want to say a couple of years
    but I'm not sure.
    
    			Alfred

    RE: .25
    
    Zappa knew he was very, very sick, but he had some hope. 
    
    
    Marc H.

Norman Vincent Peale, 1898-1993, a Christian who preached and possessed
enormous optimism; who said, "Attitude is more important than facts."

Rest in peace,
Richard

    
    What a loss for us.  I found so much inspiration in what he wrote.
    May he continue his work eternally.
    
    Thanks for sharing that, Richard.
    
    Cindy

    Telly Savalas died yesterday!  

          
    
     Keith Hauer, a semiconducter tech from HLO2 
     died in his sleep Saturday night. He was a 
     young man with 5 young children. 
    
     Please read the following note and feel free
     to widely distribute it to others in DEC.
    
     Thank You... Chet DuPont
    
    

  
  Friends...
            As we traverse through life we tend to enter periods
  where little affects us. Yesterday is like today...and today
  will be like tomorrow. We put off doing and saying what ought 
  to be said and done. We rarely give thanks for our many blessings. 
  Especially the blessings of simple friendships; of being associated
  with good and honorable people. And then Keith dies... 

            As mere mortals it is impossible to understand why, in Gods,
  infinite wisdom, he took Keith from us. To many this is a troubling
  question...to me it is not. I recognize that I am not God and can't
  even come close to being as wise and great as he. I do not understand
  how my car works but I accept that... I don't always understand how 
  God works and I accept that as well.

            So the question remains...how do we deal with Keiths death?

            First and foremost instead of rebelling against God for taking
  Keith from us we give mighty thanks for having been given the opportunity
  to know him. I didn't know Keith as well as many of you but it didn't 
  take long to form opinions about him. He seemed to be a honest, honorable
  and upright man. A man who was proud of his children. A man who would 
  offer help to someone in need. I will fondly remember the man. And when
  I remember him he will be wearing his ever present smile.

            Secondly we should look out for his children. Keith would have
  wanted that...he would have appreciated that. These kids are now burdened
  with no longer having their Dad around. Today there is little that we can
  do to take away their pain...to take away their sorrow. We can however
  try to provide for their future financial and emotional means. We can all
  donate to the Hauer Childrens Trust C/O Flagship Bank, 4 Mower Street,
  Worcester, Ma. 01602. Even if you didn't know Keith please still make a
  contribution for his five young children. Maybe you didn't know Keith but 
  he wasn't much different than you and I. Wouldn't you want others to look 
  after your children? Think about that for a moment!
  
            Keith loved to fish. He was also the treasurer of the Digital
  Bass Association. As such I would like to see our club hold a yearly 
  fishing tournament in his honor. Not only would all proceeds go to the
  Hauer Childrens Trust but his kids would get to see how much others cared
  for their father. Year after year after year. 

            In death Keith has presented us with an opportunity. A chance
  to be compassionate. A chance to care. Please take the chance! 



  Chet DuPont
  GERBIL::DUPONT

  Friends...
            The following was sent to me by Brian Ota who is a 
    DECie and friend of the Hauer family.
    
    chet
    
    
    
Yesterday I attended Keith's Funeral.  The Church was filled with so 
many of his friends and family.  My wife and I sat behind Carol and 
the five children.  We cried because it hurt, we sat there and watched 
his ex wife and their five kids struggling with the pain and also the 
fear of how to go on without Keith.  The tragedy of his death is that 
when Keith died he thought he had left his family financially secure.  
I am writing this note, because it is not what has happened.  I will 
not go into what is happening in any way, because it is not something 
that needs to be done.  What I need to do is to ask you all to help 
his kids.  What I want to do is to collect money for his family and 
give them gift certificates for food, oil, electricity etc.  They need 
this.  I went to Sam's Club (food warehouse like BJs, Cosco etc.) and 
bought gift certificates.  Carol can use them without joining (they 
give her one day passes to use the gift certificates)  This place 
sells food, clothing and housewares at warehouse prices.  I checked 
with my oil carrier and they sell gift certificates the same for 
electricity and telephone.  I know that you are often asked to give to 
charities and causes, most of those are nameless groups, today I am 
asking that you give to Keith Hauer's family.  He was our friend, and 
one of us.  I really don't like doing this, but, Keith's family needs 
our help until the government agency's can provide this aid.

Brian Ota

I am at LKG2-2/N15 or you can call me at 226-5427.

"Daddy" Bruce Randolph Sr., 1900 - 1994

One-time proprietor of Daddy Bruce BBQ in Denver, held a huge festive
Thanksgiving dinner without charge to anyone for 30 years.

One man can make a difference.

Cleve passed away within the last few weeks.  Cancer of the brain.  I am
filled with a deep, deep saddness.

Shalom,
Richard

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Note 295.6             Nominations for Contemporary Saints               6 of 14
CSC32::J_CHRISTIE "On a peaceable crusade"           23 lines  17-DEC-1991 18:24
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Cleve and Betty Stringer -- Contemporary Saints.

If they ever knew I'd spoken of them so glowingly, their sense of modesty
would likely be expressed to me in anger.  They never talk about it.  They
never accept honors or recognition.  They are quiet Disciples.

Cleve and Betty are unfailingly and unswervingly ready to serve and assist
anyone in need.

They have nearly singlehandedly resettled 2 refugee families that I
know of: a Cambodian family of 6, and a Viet Namese family of 4; none of
whom spoke any English nor possessed anything but what they wore when
they arrived in the U.S..  Both families became economically self-sustaining
within months.

Cleve delivers "meals-on-wheels" weekly and is a regular volunteer at
a local food bank.

There is so much more, I *know* there is!  But it's kept so well hidden
that I don't know enough about it to be able to say any more.

Peace,
Richard
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Jerry Garcia of the Grateful Dead was found dead today at a drug rehab
center.  I'm not a Deadhead but I do enjoy some of their music and I'm
sorry to see Jerry go.

I guess some people would say that Jerry reaped what he sowed, a fitting
end to a sinful life.  I think using illegal drugs is a bad idea, and the
Grateful Dead contributed to the drug culture of the sixties, not to
mention the seventies, eighties and nineties.  To the extent that the Dead
promoted drug use I can't condone what they did, but I try to see it in
context.

There are two basic tendencies in our culture: conservatism and
liberalism.  Conservatism recommends what's safe, what's worked in the
past.  Like not taking drugs, not having premarital sex, obeying the law.
Liberalism rebels against unnecessary restrictions.  It questions old
assumptions.  Liberalism in the sixties, the counter-culture, the Grateful
Dead, meant sex, drugs, rock and roll.  It also meant a move towards
racial equality, civil rights, the end of Jim Crow, equal rights for
women.

Sometimes liberalism goes too far.  Looking back on the sixties from the
nineties, a lot of the problems we have today started with the sixties
counter-culture and mainstream liberalism.  Drugs may have been
liberating, but a lot of people overdosed or otherwise wrecked their
lives.  Promiscuous sex might have felt good, but in the eighties and
nineties thousands of people died of AIDS.  The war on poverty did a lot
of good, I think, but it also did a lot of bad because it was designed in
a way that destroyed the incentive to get off of welfare.

Could we have gotten the good aspects of the sixties without the bad
aspects?  Maybe not.  Maybe the only way to change a culture is to push it
so far in one direction that you end up bouncing back to where you were
trying to go.

Good-bye, Jerry.  "What a long, strange trip it's been..."

				-- Bob

 ZZ   Could we have gotten the good aspects of the sixties without the bad
 ZZ   aspects?  Maybe not.  
    
    This was a point I was going to make.  I believe the promotion of equal
    rights, civil rights, etc. were mutually exclusive from drugs sex and
    rock and roll.  The latter was simply a choice that could have been
    avoided.  
    
    -Jack

    .36
    
    Jerry is now truly among the Dead.  I wonder if he is any less Grateful.
    
    Shalom,
    Richard
    

    	I recommend that the mods create a new topic for .36 and .37,
    	(and then delete this note.)
    
    	I think that .36 is an excellent subject for a new topic, and
    	I'll reserve comment on it until that happens.
    
    	Let's not clutter this topic (and lose an excellent discussion
    	in the process) by leaving it here.

    Joe,
    
    This is a very flexible conference.  Anyone can open a new note.
    
    I too thought this was a great topic so I enterred 1024.  Feel free to
    respond there or open a new note yourself.
    
                               Patricia

I've reposted my 163.36 as 1124.2 for discussion purposes.

				-- Bob

    	Thanks.  I have responded there.

Ben & Jerry paid tribute to the best known member of the Grateful Dead
while he was still alive by naming one of their ice cream flavors after
him: Cherry Garcia.

Shalom,
Richard

    It's almost an oxymoron to die of natural causes in a rehab center.

    Well, I thought someone else would mention the passing of The Mick,
    but since no one has, I shall.
    
    Charles "Mickey" Mantle was one of my boyhood heroes.
    
    Shalom,
    Richard
    

    The excerpt from his book in yesterday's USA Today about his hunting trip 
    with Billy Martin is priceless!

William Kunsler, attorney, at age 76.

Clients included --

	o The Chicago Seven (Abbie Hoffman, Jerry Rubin, Tom Hayden,
                             I forget the rest)

	o Martin Luther King

	o My aunt's cat (I don't remember the details)

Shalom,
Richard

	Yitzhak Rabin
	Prime Minister of Israel
	1922 - 1995

	Seek peace and pursue it.  Relinquish not the vision of Shalom.