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Globetrotter
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« on: November 17, 2002, 05:00:00 AM »

I am 50, 6'1", 185, box, work out daily, have all my hair and no pot belly.  I try to have fun in everything I do.  I have traveled worldwide since I was 25, working for a multinational company involved in the oil and gas industry, power generation and marine power.  Quit years ago, and now do the same for myself.  Wanted to do business in Russia, and found MOB sites and was intrigued.  So much for business!  Bought several profiles and starting writing, believing Russian women wanted only a good guy, etc.  The 34 year olds were scammers, and I determined this a week before I was to go to Minsk. I met a Ukrainian girl in Budapest and spent 9 great days, but things didn't work out in the end.  A girl I had been writing to, was 44, attractive, tall, and wrote about what she expected from relationships...built on a foundation like a great house.  The last center pillar was respect, without which the house would fall.  She was an artist, poet, musician.  I told her I was sweet on a Ukrainian, and because it took her over 2 months to answer me, I thought she was not interested.  We still wrote as pen-pals at least once a week, but what she wrote was intriguing.  One day she wrote that she would like "flesh" photos, and had a fantasy.  I thought, flesh...how much flesh, fantasy...?  I got the digital camera and tripod, and sat on the back of the couch with a towel over my private, the one in gym shorts on the deck outside, and sent them along with "my fantasy" thinking she would be insulted, or write back.  She was shocked, and wrote back that her English wasn't so good, and what she meant was "fresh" photos, but "Pandoras Box" had been opened, and I got back a continuation of my fantasy.  We had taken a bus tour of a European city, kissing in the back of the bus, and she was excited.  When back at the hotel, we fed each other lunch, went to the swimming pool where we were alone........and I was amazed.

I told her the Ukrainian was history, and we should meet.  Left it up to her, but said I would be happy to come to Saratov (pronounced
Sar-ah-toff) with the accent on the "ah".  It was late in the year and cold in Southern Russia.  She had traveled throughout the FSU, but had never been to another country.  She got a passport, and we decided on Cyprus.  I had never been there, but as it's known as the "Russian Riviera" many well off Russians have homes there, and many restaurants have menus in Russian, I thought she would be comfortable there.

I sent her tickets from  Saratov to Moscow to Cyprus and return, paid for by credit card for her to pick up at her Aeroflot office in town.  I sent her $200 for a day room in Moscow, taxis, lunch, a visa, etc.  I had some business in London and Dublin.  Now I was in Heathrow's terminal, waiting to board my flight to Larnaca, with great anticipation as to who I would meet when I got there.  We would spend 8 days together.  I tried to get a suite at the 5 star hotel, but they didn't have one, but there was a couch in the room if either of us felt uncomfortable.  Even if we were only friends, I was sure we would have a good time touring a new place.  The anticipation was incredible.  This is a dangerous game, made less dangerous by meeting on neutral ground.  I was packed full of presents...crayons and coloring books, a puzzle for the 6 year old, a Sony Walkman for the older girl.  I had a blue sapphire pendant made for her to match her eyes, some perfume, and Irish Aran berret and matching scarf, and a short, tight nightie, to be given last, just in case.  The call came over the speaker at Heathrow, and I was boarding my flight to Cyprus.

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ChrisNJ
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« Reply #1 on: November 18, 2002, 05:00:00 AM »

... in response to Trip Report, 1, posted by Globetrotter on Nov 17, 2002

Let's see some photos!
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Globetrotter
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« Reply #2 on: November 17, 2002, 05:00:00 AM »

... in response to Trip Report, 1, posted by Globetrotter on Nov 17, 2002

The ride to Cyprus was nice on an Airbus.  I always ask for a bulkhead seat which is next to the emergency door with 6 feet of legroom, which I got, and asked the seat next to me be blocked, which they did.  (Almost as good as first class)

She was to arrive 1.5 hours before me, and I wondered if her flight would have been on time.  The Med looked beautiful as we came in to land.  Into the terminal, flew thru immigration, checked the arrivals board, and her flight had come in on time...she would be waiting for me as I came through customs.  My bag took 1/2 hour to show up.  No problem, as my carry-on had all the goodies, and I had only checked clothes which I could buy if my bag was lost, and there it was.  Pushing a cart through the massive entry
doors and the search had begun.  She worried that somehow we wouldn't regognize each other, and I told her I looked exactly like my photos, and would be looking for the tall, pretty blond.  She stuck her face around a pillar and called my name...questioningly.  I walked to her with a smile on my face and gave her a kiss and a longggggg hug.
She was georgeous, very tall in heels, tight pants and black tight sweater.  Certainly a show stopper that would turn heads.  We held hands over to the car rental counter.  I asked if her flights were good, and she nodded and smiled.  While getting the car paperwork, we eyeballed each other and smiled.  I asked her another question and she shruged.  I had purchased a Russian-English dictionary and a flip top notebook, wrote my question and handed her the dictionary.  Her English had been rated as 2, but we had already missed a few things in our correspondence.  I thought this communicating business may be rough.  But I liked her already.  

As the Brits had run Cyprus, cars are right hand drive, and you drive on the left.  Not at all recommended if you have never done it as it only takes a split second of lost concentration to get badly hurt or worse.  I had driven in the UK, Ireland, Pakistan and India, so this wasn't a problem.  I asked the car rental people where the hotel was, which was the Golden Tulip on the beach.  They gave me crappy directions, and only had to stop once to ask for more, but found the place in about 40 minutes.  It was early afternoon.  We checked into the hotel,unpacked
and I suggested we check the place out.  We walked through the lobby, restaurant, and onto the beach for a long walk.  Back through the indoor pool area, the gym, and to the restaurant for a quick snack, then the lobby bar for a drink.  If I wasn't holding her hand, she had her arm around me, mine over her shoulder.  Her English was good enough for very basics, but the note pad and dictionary worked well when needed.  There was a Russian girl, married to a Cypriot, who waitressed in the bar, so she had an instant friend.  We had been writing for 9 months, and I would say that each time we wrote long letters, it was like going on a date.  She looked at me and with her hands upraised and with a big smile said "Just another date."
We laughed.  There was a piano in the lobby bar, which she pointed out.  She said that during our stay, she would play something for me, was trained at the conservatior, and probably as good as a concert pianist.  We went back to our room to exchange gifts.  I was really impressed with this pretty, bubbly, smiling, demonstrative, sexy girl.

I gave her the kids presents first, then the perfume and Irish hat and scarf which she loved.  She could wear the berret on the top of her head, or pull it down onto her ears.  She said it was perfect for Russian
winters.  She loved her pendant as I clipped it around her neck and said happy birthday.  She gave me books of Russian art, a silk tie, 3 boxes of dark Russian chocolate, and a lavishly painted laquer box.  She had spent most of the money I had sent her, on me.  I opened a bottle of wine and we had a glass on the couch.  She was telling me how beautiful she thought the island was, and always read wonderful things about the Mediterranean and thankd me for bringing her here.  She stood up to look in the mirror holding her pendant and came back with a tear in her eye and said thank you.  She had told me that I would get half kisses, that she would tease me, which had begun.

I said I needed a shower, and had one more gift for her, and gave her the black silk nightie, which she loved.  When I came out of the shower, I was wearing a yellow towel she had seen in another photo, and she said "The famous yellow towel."  She took a shower and came out in the nightie, with thigh high black stockings she had brought, and 4" heels, and looked incredible.  After 1.5-2 hours, we were very well acquainted, and showered together.  She really liked her gifts, her surroundings, and me.  I felt the same toward her.  The room provided robes for the room or to be taken to the pool, which we were now both wearing.  I said time to dress for dinner, that we could eat in the hotel, or explore, as we had a car.  She said, can't we eat here, and pointed to a table in the room?  I said sure we could, and asked if I could order for her? I knew she was big on salads and fish.  She had heard of room service, but never experienced this.  We ate in the room, finished the wine, talked about everything like best friends who hadn't seen each other in 5 years.  I had sent her the address, phone#, fax# and email of the hotel we were staying at in case her daughters needed to get hold of their Mom.  We had also brought family photos from childhood to show each other.  She called her girls in Saratov to tell them we had found each other, were in the hotel, were safe, and from the expression in her voice, could tell she was happy.

We spent time showing our photos to each other, sitting on the balcony, overlooking the Mediterranean.  I was in heaven, with a beautiful girl, now friend and lover, on a beautiful island, and she was thanking ME.

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Globetrotter
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« Reply #3 on: November 17, 2002, 05:00:00 AM »

... in response to Re: Trip Report, 2, posted by Globetrotter on Nov 17, 2002

I just lost 2 pages somehow, so this will be quick.

When we finally slept, we slept spoon fashion, with her head under my chin, and we slept very well.  When you wake up and look at your mate, and she is as beautiful with no makeup and mussed hair as with....well.............

We had the buffet breakfast which came with the half priced room ($100 instead of 200, as this was off season).  She loved it.  Kind of like in Israel, with meat and fish, and fruit and a chef to cook anything else you want.  She ate like she never saw food before.  

Greeks are short and dark with dark eyes and hair.  She stuck out like a sore thumb...tall, blond, blue eyed, high cheek bones, pointed chin, flawless body with a beautiful "walking away ass."  Everyone looked at her.

We started in Larnaca where we were living and drove into town and parked by the police station near the roundabout.
We walked down the pier.  I asked a boat captain if he was going out today and he said too rough because of the wind.  It was 65ish and pleasant compared to where we had come from
so spring jacket weather, but too cold to swim.  We walked along the corniche which was beach front, restaurants and shops.  After a while we stopped for a Cypriot coffee...more fruit for her as well.  The restaurateur liked her, joined us at the table and we talked.  She asked about the orange crushing/juicing machine.  He brought her a large one on him, and asked if she was Russian, and began speaking to her in her language.  His second wife was from Saratov, and he was in process of a divorce.  While my girl went to the can up the stairs, I turned my chair to where she had gone.  I am very, very protective, trust no one, and have had to fight to survive, so I am cautious everywhere.  I never took my eyes off the stairs.  The owner told me he liked 20 something Russians, never kept one for more than 2 years, then got another, and had another "fish" on the hook as soon as this divorce was final.  I thought, what a prick.

We went to the end of the beach where there is an old fort and museum, spent time there....more photos.  We met another restaurant owner and decided to try a meal there during the week.

Next day off to Nicosia down the motorway.  I got off at the wrong exit, but saw a sign pointing to Nicosia, via bus route through the mountains and thought what the hell, and turned left.  Very pretty country, not green, but ruggedly beautiful, like Gort or Gallway on Ireland's west coast.  I stopped at a place where there were 3 mountain ranges in the distance and thought what a nice photo with us in the backround.  There was a garage looking building 50 meters to the right.  Also a pickup with what appeared to be a welder in the back for which I took no notice as I was shooting in the opposite direction.  The terrain was too rough for the tripod, but the car hood was perfect.  First her, then I set the timer on the digital camera, and jumped in.  We were only there for a minute, and army trucks had passed slowly during our shoot.  Back in the car, 2 miles down the road, there were 6 army guys in the middle of the road with M16's pointed at my car, flagging me off to the side.  I hit the lights to acknowledge, and put on my left turn indicator, stopped, and got out of the car.  She was frantic as this is what gets you beat or worse where she is from.  I said we were OK, had done nothing wrong, and I'd see what they wanted, and not to worry.  They were screaming to give them the camera that had just photographed a military installation.  I said I'm an American tourist with my girl who is from Russia and gave them my license and hotel registration card, saying, sorry, our passports are in the hotel safe.  They said, no problem, that they'd call the hotel and know who we were in 2 minutes.  She got out of the car, and I whispered "Sovietskis."  She did not laugh.  They wanted the camera.  I said no.  There were 30 shots on it, but I would certainly show them the mountains I had just shot, and did.  They were being ridiculous.  I was in a democratic country where tourist dollars were prized, and had done nothing wrong.  They said I had committed my "crime" on civillian turf, and would have to wait for the local police, who were on the way.  I said, "Hey man, don't fu-- up my day."  The major said, "If you want your day fu--ed up, just don't cooperate."  I handed him the Toshiba, and sat on the bumper.

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Globetrotter
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« Reply #4 on: November 18, 2002, 05:00:00 AM »

... in response to Re: Re: Trip Report, 3, posted by Globetrotter on Nov 17, 2002

During the 30 minute wait for the local cops to arrest us, I thought it a good idea to try to diffuse the situation.  I went to the 6 guys with the guns and asked why the big problem?  There had been no sign with a camera with a line through it, or at least one I saw or could read, and if it was a small sign in Greek, I couldn't read it.  I said sorry for any trouble I had caused.  I asked the youngest soldier why the big deal?  I had seen no signs of trouble anywhere.  He said they had had their moments.  The nasty major asked where my girl was from and I told him.  He said he had been to Russia and had trained with the Russian anti-terrorist squad, and learned much and they were nice guys.

The locals came and said to follow them to the station, and were much nicer.  45 minutes later, after I showed them the photos of the mountains, and erased them, they were happy.

I asked how to get back on the motorway, he gave directions, and we were off again.  Her eyebrows had finally come off the top of her forehead.

We had a nice day in Nicosia, got back to our hotel late, had dinner at the hotel next door, honeymooned again, and slept like babies.

We drove south to Limassol the next day, also on the coast.
We were already as friendly as a couple could be, and it was only day 3.  We walked along the coast, saw a nice restaurant in a big hotel, and had another buffet, but lunch this time.  She ate more than me.  It was a beautiful day and we ate outside.  We fed stray cats as we ate.  We walked a bit after lunch to get a flavor of the city.  I saw a sign for a flower shop pointing to the right, and pulled her up that street.  When we came to the shop, I pulled her in and bought her 7 red roses.  The florist asked if I wanted the 8th, and I said no.  She asked what was said, and agreed....only odd numbers.  She was thrilled.

We talked about the agency that I found her at, and she said they were nice and professional.  No one had ever hit on her.  This had always been a problem where she worked, and on the street.  She said she had been a loyal and faithful wife for 20 years, had had only one boyfriend before, and none since her divorce 3 years ago.  I believed her.  Her military husband wanted "variety", drank, and she knew he was cheating, which she couldn't accept.  We drove through some small towns on the way back.  I saw a shop that had 2 rollaway suitcases in the window, stopped and parked.  I bought her one I thought would carry all her goods back in one bag instead of the ragtag stuff she had when we met at the airport.  It cost $30.  She was thrilled again.  We talked about everything...things we wrote in letters, and clarified things that were not understood.  When I had written, "Why do you want to leave Russia?" she wrote back in caps, "I do not want to leave Russia."  We were friends and lovers, as often as time permitted, like being on a honeymoon, but there were no "I love you's said, although felt by both.  

She wanted to be photographed in every setting...climbing into the lifesized nativity set in the city of Polis with her arm around the angel, next to Santa, all over the Monestary in the center of Agia Napa, next to the fountain...everywhere.  She  appreciated everything I did...even little things.  

Demis Rusos, who is a famous singer in Europe, and Greek, was in town.  I tried like hell to get tickets to his concert, going to the auditorium where he was schedueled to play, arguing with the hotel manager that there must be a scalper with 2 tickets...but no luck.  But I tried.  One day was better than the next, varied in everything we did, cities we visited, restaurants we ate in, museums, you name it.  On the last night, she asked her waitress Russian friend if she could play the piano, and started to play.  She played a Russian classical piece I had never heard before, with incredible talent and feeling...about 15 minutes.  Nobody was in the lobby when she started, but when she finished there were 20 people clapping.  She then went into a version of "Love Story."  Now there were 40 people clapping and wanting to here more.  She was embarassed, came back to me and I got her an Irish Coffee.  Very talented indeed.  I had stopped at a fruit stand during the week and bought tons of fruit, including a coconut, which she had never had.  The bartender icepicked the stem and stuck a straw in it an handed it to her, which she loved.  He now came to her and asked her to play some more, but she was embarassed because of the crowd.  He understood.    

It was the day to leave as 8 days had passed very quickly.  I reconfirmed our flights, which were good, and headed for the airport.  She was to leave 5 hours befor me.  Her flight was delayed for 3 hours, and I was glad I had not turned in the rental car, just parked in the car park.  We hopped back in the car and looked for a sidewalk restaurant where we could get a hit of Cypriot coffee.  I saw one and did a U-turn, but popped a tire and bent a rim on a curb, and the tire was flat in seconds.  I got 2 coffees and a roll, and said we were fine...never a dull moment.  We finished our coffee, I got her another, and changed the tire.  She said, "You are wonderful."  I got back to the airport, turned in the car and we waited for her flight. A long kiss later and she was gone.  As she left, I went outside and watched her flight scream into the clouds.  She would be home in 10 hours, I had one more meeting in London, near Paddington Station, then home.

I had been out with doctors and millionaire lawyers, and Polish girls just off the boat, but had never spent a more loving or relaxing week with anyone like this before.  We said whoever got home first would sent the other an email.  We knew we would see each other again.  THE END....take your best shot!!!                    

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Scaught
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« Reply #5 on: November 18, 2002, 05:00:00 AM »

... in response to Re: Re: Re: Trip Report, 4, posted by Globetrotter on Nov 18, 2002

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Cold Warrior
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« Reply #6 on: November 18, 2002, 05:00:00 AM »

... in response to Re: Re: Re: Trip Report, 4, posted by Globetrotter on Nov 18, 2002

a dozen Brits were arrested a few months ago photographing an airbase in Greece and thrown into jail. Only political intervention saved them fron lenghty jail terms for spying. The guys have a hobby as planespotters, this was unheard of in Greece. They were eventually freed when it was proven that most of the information about the airbase and planes there was available in some specialist magazines.
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robobond
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« Reply #7 on: November 18, 2002, 05:00:00 AM »

... in response to Re: Re: Re: Trip Report, 4, posted by Globetrotter on Nov 18, 2002

The critic reports are just now coming in but it appears that you've got a Smash Hit here - SRO!

As is, it has the makings of a good movie.  Stretch it out, and it could be a great mini-series.  Throw in some spies, bikini-clad babes, and high-tech special effects, and it's perfect for a James Bond movie!

Thx for sharing this w/ everyone.  I'm looking forward to the sequel.

Bob

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tim360z
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« Reply #8 on: November 18, 2002, 05:00:00 AM »

... in response to Re: Re: Re: Trip Report, 4, posted by Globetrotter on Nov 18, 2002

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Zink
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« Reply #9 on: November 18, 2002, 05:00:00 AM »

... in response to Re: Re: Re: Trip Report, 4, posted by Globetrotter on Nov 18, 2002

take your best shot? What kind of shot are you expecting? This is the kind of story I like to read. Sounds like you're a very lucky guy. Good luck and get your @ss back to Russia to see here again!
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KenC
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« Reply #10 on: November 18, 2002, 05:00:00 AM »

... in response to Re: Re: Re: Trip Report, 4, posted by Globetrotter on Nov 18, 2002

[This message has been edited by KenC]

Globetrotter,
Thank you for sharing your very nice story.  I am glad you shared the concept that she doesn't want to leave Russia.  Some guys here have the idea that everyone is looking for a ticket out of Russia and this just isn't true.  I know that my wife would have prefered us to live in Russia had she had the choice.  Inquiring minds want to know, what is the status of your relationship now?
KenC
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Globetrotter
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« Reply #11 on: November 18, 2002, 05:00:00 AM »

... in response to So, now what?, posted by KenC on Nov 18, 2002

Thanks very much for your kind comments.  I am not any smarter than anyone here, and just another Moe.  I call em like I see em.  My lifes experiences may be different than some here, but inside we are much the same.  I have fears that I must overcome, and question myself more than her.  (Funny that the only fears we are born with are the fear of falling and loud noises...and all others are learned.)

I think to be successful as you probably already know, you must be prepared to be better than the best, have more patience, become more gentle and so many other things.  I feel like I have lived 3 lifetimes.  To become a Dad is serious business.  To have others depend on you for everything is tough to handle sometimes, and I do question whether I can do this new full time job, and do this well.  I wonder if we will become best friends for life...the one you would choose to spend all of your time with if given the option.  I am tired of doing what I do for a living, and am working on retiring.  If you think international travel is "exotic" try it for 25 years.  For me, going to London is like going to Indianapolis, just takes more time getting there.  I could tell you war stories that would make your ears curl, or you would not believe them at all.

I'm working on becoming a better person...for me, to give more, work less, and start a new career, and a more normal lifestyle.  To "Do justly, show mercy, and walk humbly" is where I want to be.

The love and trust is there for me and my Russian squeeze.
I have met her in Budapest and Istanbul since Cyprus.  We write every day.  I have told her of all my concerns, and she tosses this aside and says I'm as good as I need to be.
I don't write to or lust for others.  You only need one and I have found a gem.  Also, I don't have the emotional capacity to do this with more than one.

Well, some thoughts and philosophy, and the jury is still out.  I'll bow out of here for a while as reliving this and putting it in print is an emotional drain.

Thanks again!

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KenC
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« Reply #12 on: November 18, 2002, 05:00:00 AM »

... in response to Re: So, now what?, posted by Globetrotter on Nov 18, 2002

Trotter,
You are correct in giving "step parenting" a long hard consideration.  It is a most difficult duty with many hidden land mines.  But in expressing your concerns and aknowledging the difficult task ahead, you are setting yourself up for success.  Open communication with the "mom" is key and you seem to have that covered quite well.  If anyone can succeed at step parenting, I would give you a big vote of confidence.  Wanting to be a good Dad is half the battle.  Best of luck to you in the future.
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You seem to have a way with words.  I LOVE your line, "I don't have the emotional capacity to do this with more than one."  It exactly explains why some guys prefer to meet their women one at a time instead of the "casting call" approach.  Of course they (casting call guys) hope to weed through a maze of women and then count on developing an emotional bond with the best candidate.  I think you and I are the "other" type.  The emotional bond must come first.
KenC
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Frank O
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« Reply #13 on: November 23, 2002, 05:00:00 AM »

... in response to you are wrong about one thing, posted by KenC on Nov 18, 2002

NT
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Globetrotter
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« Reply #14 on: November 23, 2002, 05:00:00 AM »

... in response to Add me to that list as well! NT, posted by Frank O on Nov 23, 2002

And a good list it is...no matter how few espouse to it!
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