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In a message dated 97-11-17 00:59:20 EST, you write: << It is a sheer delight to read this. And I would strongly urge you to share it by publishing in the various PD bulletins, etc. for those not in the Internet. I'd love to have in ours (Northern Virginia APDA) >> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------- Ol' Brady says he'd be pleased and proud to be included in any PD newsletter and he said to be sure to include Mary Sheehan's name as author because she's kinda pushy and always likes to be in the limelight. BTW, if anyone would like Brady's FIRST adventure, I't's repeated below............ In the gold rush town of Blood Barrier CA in the year of 1849, there lived a handsome, young sheriff by the name of Brady Kinesia, the slowest gun in the West. His sidekick and best friend was a jolly Mexican, nicknamed El Dopa because he had a terrible sense of direction . El Dopa got lost easily and could never find his way to Blood Barrier when he had ridden even a short distance outside of town. One day the villainous gunman, Bat Parkinson, arrived in Blood Barrier looking for trouble. He entered the local saloon and shouted, " Where's that varmint Brady Kinesia? Him and me got a score to settle." The buxom saloon keeper, Mira Pecs, (newly arrived on the scene from the midwest) said saucily, "He's over thar by the bar eating his protein-free lunch.". "Brady", snarled Bat as he reached for his holster, "I'm here for a gunfight. Draw." Sloooooooooooowly Brady turned. "Draw? he said, I can't draw. I can hardly even write." "You idiot", said Bat, "I mean draw your gun." "I don't know", Brady replied, "my gun is pretty hard to draw. Maybe I could draw a bunny rabbit instead." At that Bat whipped out his 45. "Prepare to die, you lily-livered coward", hissed Bat, as he cocked his gun. A loud bang was heard and Bat slumped unconscious to the floor. Standing over Bat was Brady's longtime girlfriend, the schoolmarm Priscilla Prozak, with whom Brady had a long but exceedingly chaste relationship. She had beaned Bat with her potted geranium (which she always carried for self protection.) Just then the beloved preacher, Elder Pryll, arrived on the scene. ""Brady", he said, "looks like you've brought another desperado to justice. You're the best durn sheriff this town ever had." "Huh!" said Brady, who had forgotten the whole thing ever occurred. =============================================================== Just a random act of silliness! Please add to the adventures of Brady Kinesia, if you'd like.... or perhaps relate the adventures of his descendants, the computer nerd Disk Kinesia, or his fun-loving sister, Disco Kinesia. Mary Sheehan