Below are some short posts from Bill to me that are eclectic in that they, to me, outline his very expansive human nature...if Bill's nature can be outlined.
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Dear Milo: Sweet are the uses of adversity. It can bring
out the best as well as the worst in people.
The prosperity we now have makes even gifted people
just lay back and relax. And the slobs take over. Bill
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Dear Milo: how about a NASA program to send rockets with
extremophiles to Venus, to modify the environment there
so that in a million years or so it would be fit for
human colonization.
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Dear Milo: but until a tribe has plenty to eat, nobody
has time to wonder about the stars.
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Dear Milo: Even as official Court Jester like you can
expect no merriment to be experienced by members
for something everybody hates.
Speaking of Jesters, there is an ancient sad tale
of a King and his Jester who got lost in the woods.
Before they were found, the King got so hungry
he was at his Wit's end.
Hope I haven't told you that one already. Bill
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Dear Milo: working my way through school, I worked nights
at a high priced mental hospital, the McLean Hospital
in Waverley, MA. I had a room up on the top floor of one
of the buildings where some of the kitchen and laundry
help had rooms. One of them, a Scotsman had come to this
country just after WWI, when somebody tried to get a
soccer league going.
He had been in the famous Black Watch
regiment, and was proud of having been one of those who
shot Sir Harry Lauder's son in the back for being an
abusive snob. He had become an alcoholic, and had horrible
nightmares. He also stammered very badly.
One day the guys took him to a baseball game at the old
Braves Field, not far from Boston University.
After the game the group got on a trolley, which at the
next stop had a large group of B.U. coeds get on. One
of the coeds stood in front of Scotty, and said in a voice
intended for all the car to hear:
"You'd think a gentleman
would know enough to get up and give a lady his seat."
Scotty glared from one end of the car to the other.
Everybody was looking him, which made his stammer worse.
"Fffffffive ffffffucking yars Ah sot in the trenches,
and no girrrrul asked for my seat!"
There was a roar of laughter, and his tormentor turned
very red, and hid among her classmates.
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Dear Milo: I very much regret that my vision has taken
away my ability to use a credit card, so I don't have
one any more. I'm very much embarrassed that I have
no way of contributing. I used to have her address,
but I couldn't read it if I knew where I kept it.
I'm a real blivet. ( a blivet used to be term for
200 pounds of shit it a 100 pound sack) I still
wonder about Wordwinds fifteen bluebirds in one house.
Way back in the winter. I never saw more than two
bluebirds at once. Now I can't tell the mockers from
the small black birds. Unless the mockers sing of
course. I mean just when they perch on phone wires
in back yard.
I had a bit of fun with Father Steve
a couple weeks ago. He posted about word 'haptic'
referring to robots with artificial 'feeling' of
obstacles. I had idea there might be a medical
or psychiatric word using the 'hapt- ' root
Six guesses and I hit paydirt:
'Haptosis' = non-consensual sexual touching.
Ever guilty of that, old buddy? Bill
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Dear Milo: I just had a very nice PM from Theresa.
She's just fed up with the Internet in general.
At least I am relieved to know that no tragedy has befallen her,
as I feared.
Thanks for your kindness. I miss your posts also.
I say love to all the girls, and I know you won't
misconstrue it, when I say 'Love' to you too. Bill
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Last edited by themilum; 01/01/07 06:12 AM.
