Sorry, I have never replied to a message using whatever modem program  
is on this computer, so I have no clue right now how to quote.  When I use 
the commands I am accustomed to, it asked me which number I want to redial!
     For the rest of you, what Mike means about the Indians attacking -
The Mays indicated some interest in visiting some of the surrounding scenery 
(mountains) so I took them to South Mountain Park, a preserve of 16,500 acres 
- reputed to be the largest municipal park in the United States. I have been 
there on many occasions, particularly to work on the air conditioners on the 
communications equipment at the top of the mountains.  I knew that there was 
a SPECTACULAR view up there, so we headed towards the towers.  I missed 
telling Mike when to turn and we went to a "lookout" that I had never been to 
before.  After all, I am usually at a much lower elevation riding my horse, 
of at the towers with my face in a schematic or an air handler.
     We got up to the vista, and I was stunned to see probably half a dozen 
"native Americans" with sheets spread out behind their pickup trucks selling 
jewelry!  I thought Rene was joking when she said it was good because she 
needed to do some more shopping anyway...
     It was really very funny to see these vendors and the bartering and 
trading and running back and forth between each other to see to it that they 
were able to put together what Rene and Margie wanted.  The part that I found 
the MOST amusing was the large sign that stated it was illegal to BUY or SELL 
anything in the park without a permit!  I was certain that our county 
sheriff, Sheriff Joe Arpaio (a.k.a. THE TOUGHEST SHERIFF IN AMERICA) was 
going to show up and handcuff us all and take us down to his Tent City with 
the rest of the prisoners and wear pink underwear and eat bologna sandwiches!
     I really thought that Mike would comment on dinner, though.  We first 
went to the steakhouse I had gone to with the Alfoni's, and there were at 
least three dozen people waiting outside!  So we went to my second choice, 
Bill Johnson's Big Apple Steakhouse, and I learned that the waitresses in New 
York don't wear real revolvers like the ones here at Bill Johnson's do.  I 
don't believe that a LOT of people stiff the waitresses there, though!
     Anyway, I had the BEST time with you guys, Mike, and am looking forward 
to the next time I see you all!  This echo has the NEATEST people in it, and 
the Alfoni's and Mays are living proof of that.
     BTW, Meg - Mike drove Spot for two miles, with Rene and Margie in the 
cart.  But they seemed to be most taken with CASEY!  He IS a CUTE little guy, 
and his Mohawk is grown out and his mane now almost covers his neck.  His 
tail drags the ground, and I've always thought that the four white stockings 
made up for the fact that he doesn't have the cutest face in the world...  ;)
     Anyway, maybe I will be back on this weekend.  I'll look around for 
another BBS as Dean is threatening to take this one down.  No, I haven't 
really talked to him since last week.  I don't think I am ready to.  Maybe 
after I have my OWN house and have to go over and pick up my stuff.  (I 
BOUGHT some clothes, etc.)
     Hope you had a great trip back.
--- Maximus/2 3.00
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