Hi, James!  Recently you wrote in a message to Ardith Hinton:

JB>  All this time invested to understand English, and
JB>  this stands it on its ear, don'it?


          Yup....  :-)



AH>  May gauze seen eddy torus Eric static.

JB>  This line is still Latin to me. Any thoughts?


          "Magazine editors are ecstatic."  It took me awhile....  :-)



JB>  As fer lea two-door Eco, I dink I'd kneed to be
JB>  entrusted in it Faust.  (You knew I had to
JB>  make an attempt, didn't you?)


          Write.  Taint EZ, butt aisle a tempt it hear all so:

             Yew knead sum gnu weals, USA??  All dough it seams duh Tudor
stile Otto dozen't a peal two yew, it mite serve yore per pus... [chuckle].



JB>  What happens when you have so many balls in the air, I
JB>  have to be careful at how many more I put in the air.


          Same here....  :-)



JB>  While becoming acquainted with you, I did have to take my
JB>  time to compose my thoughts, and when I say you are a
JB>  taxing corespondent, I mean so in the MOST delightful way.


          Aww, shucks... [blush].  Thanks for the clarification!  That's
one of the things I enjoy about life in the slow lane, time to compose my
thoughts.  I can mull over an idea from James, for example, while waiting
for Nora to finish some task or other.  IMHO you'll probably get a better
answer that way....  :-)



JB>  Fear not, I am going nowhere (fast). Or maybe you
JB>  *should* worry. 


          Q.  (from Ardith)  Where are you going?
          A.  (from Dallas)  Crazy.  Care to come along?

I did, and we're still together umpteen years later... [ROTFL].



JB>  Technical hick-ups aside, and an occasional
JB>  incomprehensible post while imbibing, I doubt
JB>  I'll stop Fidoing, as long as it exists.


          Delighted to hear it!  I doubt I will either....  :-)



JB>  Yup, I *had* to take a few months off, but yesterday,
JB>  I looked at my living-room, and decided to pick up a
JB>  few misplaced (READ: Chaotically strewn) pieces in
JB>  the kitchen instead.


          I can relate... [wry grin].



JB>  So, instead of picking my nose, while staring into the
JB>  ibis that is my living quarters,


          I suspect you mean "abyss".  Ibis is an ancient
Egyptian god....  ;-)



JB>  I thought I'd cause some more trouble hear.


          Ah, "hyacinths for the soul!"  Glad you did....  :-))




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