From: turner@reed.edu (Blue Moon)
Subject: Re: Callahan's coots?
Organization: Reed College, Portland, Oregon
Date: Wed, 30 Sep 1992 22:44:39 GMT

Caithelin listens to Liralen speak of her memories.  She gets a far away
look in her own eyes as she remembers some fo the same things and some
different things....

She remembers the n-tet.  Musicians of all kinds and flavors practicing
together..."I think Gilly put it all together...does anyone know where she
is now?"  And the huge post Gilly made describing the music.

She dances a brief jig...yep.  The dancing floor is still here.  As soon as
she'd taken one dancing step she suddenly found herself floating in mid air
out of the way of tossed glasses and patrons but able to dance freely.

Quietness settles as she smiles and then overhead from the roof can be heard
the echos of bag pipes played by a blue-eyed man she hasn't talked to in a
long time.  Everyone gathers round as his ghost plays on.

That book filled house again, where there is more space inside than it looks
like there could possibly be from the outside.  Filled with lots of people.
A happy couple announcing their engagement.  Remembering further back to the
story of their move (the u-haul trip from hell as I recall.  Can you laugh
about it now? She grins at Jilara.  

A giant of a man who will always hold a very special place in her heart...
she needs to call him one of these days, real soon now.  A man with a ready
laugh, a warm smile.  And who gives wonderful hugs.  The stories he told.
The poetry and dancing.  His safe word being when he was dead as far as
tickling goes.  "If I've still got a pulse, keep going."  She grins.  

A blond man she brought here... thinking he was something special...only to
discover much later that maybe he wasn't quite what she thought he was.  

Deaths, births, marriages the cycle of life continues here as everywhere
else.  

A New Year's Eve party with three people and a very large dog showing up at
her house.  The lady looking younger than expected but somehow essentially
all that she'd expected.  The joyous interaction that took place between
them.  The lady's JF and the meeting of him.  Another friend she'd never met
before.  The Green Tiger being himself.  Traveling out with a pot of
spaghetti and a blueberry pie to a friend's house since he had hurt his back
and couldn't move.  Sitting around eating and generally being merry as they
watched the new year roll in.  

A wild drive to California to see a production our beloved tin-man was in.
Being in the bay area for less than 24 hours before we turned around and
headed back home, a 10 hour drive.  We being myself and another MIA.  What a
wild trip.  The musical was great though.  Except for the slight technical
problems...possibly/probably caused by a lurker who was with us.  It's not
his fault.

Hmmmm.. She wanders to the bar and gets a cup of real Mexican hot
chocolate.  And laughs again quietly.  A while ago, some folks were feeling
down and she started buying rounds of the stuff.  Now we all drink it when
we're feeling in need of comfort.   Speaking of food...

She remembers back to another New year's party, in the place when the VPM
was first created by Nicarra, who's recently returned (good to see you
Lady!)  and the various discussions of pizzas.  And the discussion of
blueberry pizza (which I still haven't gotten around to making.  The one
thing I must do, sometime soon!).  

There are more memories but mostly little fragments here and there, Captain
video, the MayPole (who was that?  Or was that Cpt. Video...?), the hatching
of the firelizards.  The introductions of the first dragons.  The rounds of
tarot cards.  The warm fuzzies, and the rainbows.  She finishes her hot
chocolate. 

	To Callahans!!!  
It's been a good time.  These last 2 1/2 years.  And I've definitely met
some wonderful people here.
Thanks guys.

She wanders among everyone giving out hugs.  

	Love,
	Caithelin and the crew (John, Shadow, Dandelion and Licorice)
turner@reed.edu

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