From: scottamerica@ixpres.com   
      
   Who else supplied me with these fabulous Wereo machines that have freed us   
   up from the insipid rock 'n roll? Thank god we're not stuck with rock 'n   
   roll forever only because of the California Jam Wereo. And Nuclear Warrior   
   of course which is bigger than the Wereo.   
      
   I know a lot of you have good men who are dads. My dad was born in 1913,   
   which is a very long time ago. For some reason there aren't that many stills   
   of him and me. A couple, I suppose. Then again there's the Getty films where   
   you see a whole lot of Pops Wereo and me together.   
      
   My dad never ate in a fucking restaurant. Maybe three times he pretended to   
   eat in restaurants in my whole life. One day he took me to the local White   
   Castle just to show me how to eat a vanilla milkshake. Pops was strictly   
   Jewish kosher right on down the line. He would never eat in a restaurant. It   
   was against his religion.   
      
   Long ago there was a Chevrolet dealership on Bruckner Blvd and I told Pops I   
   wanted that Corvette they had on display yeah. Then there was the time I was   
   around ten and the NYC subway train lurched forward and Pops and me   
   collapsed in front of awl the other people.   
      
   Then Pops took me along to see the Beatles and awl that on August 28, 1964.   
   A few years later him and Moms bought me a Super 8 camera (which I think I   
   still have) in order for me to take the most important archive films in New   
   York history. I guess these days supplanted by Steven Spielberg and the   
   like, yeah.   
      
   Oh, there's so much. One night in that little mudhole in Upstate New York   
   where I grew up with and was there for the first twangings of Vanilla Fudge   
   with Timmy Bogert and them...there was the giant flood from the rain. I   
   remember Pops taking his shoes off and toting me awl around the little   
   mudhole. I don't know what happened to Timmy. He knows.   
      
   I must tell you it went a bit awry towards the end, but most of that was not   
   even Pop's fault. Without Pops where would we be now? I truly miss you Pops.   
   You appear in my dreams awl the time.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)