From: snarf@access.digex.com (Sean Eustis)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: hello
Date: 22 Dec 1992 02:47:14 GMT
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Subject: Dia dhuit and slainte...Hello and to your health.
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Outside of the Place, a blond guy in a tattered jean-jacket with the
'Death or Glory' skull and crossbones painted on the right shoulder and
chevrons on the cuff walks to the small crowd gathered and pulls a large
red candle out of one of the jacket pockets. Taking a Bic from another
pocket, he speaks,

	"Just wanted to add a little energy to the goodwill gathered here.
I am the Dreamweaver, and I bid you all a good Solstice."

Lighting the wick of his candle, adding his own light to the growing
brightness, Dreamweaver places his candle on the snow-covered ground.

	"I'll see you inside."

Opening the dented and worn oak door, Dreamweaver walks in.

Taking some bills (Not having any laws about him) and placing them on the
bar, he says,

	"Line 'em up for me , Mike. I'll be having Southern Comfort,
Mezcal, and Glenfiddich."

Taking the shots to the chalk-line and closing his eyes as if working up
the courage to go parachuting, the lad raises his glass and speaks,

	"Hello everybody. I am Dreamweaver. I have been listening and
looking from the edge of sleep in the twillight before morning. I've heard
hellos, goodbyes, tears, poetry, good news and bad. Congrats to Jessica
Rhianon and her parents, you are about to experience a miracle. I don't
rD}O~}mber much about my own childhood, except for some dreams. I do,
however, remember some of the mistakes of my youthand what I learned from
them. Most of them involve Southern Comfort. So..."

Taking the shot of SC and grimacing with the bitterness, he launches the
glass into the fireplace.

	"To youth, may we learn to teach it well."
<Crash.>
	"When I was younger I had many fears. I still have some, but when
I've needed it the most I always managed to be brave and keep going. I've
recently been hurt by the ending of a wonderful relationship. I've been
slowly re-learning to be able to keep giving my love to others and go on
without her... But, I haven't felt as loved as I did, and I hope I don't
miss out on what someone else could offer and... sorry, I'm babbling..."

The Mezcal is excecuted in a well practiced lick-shoot-suck manuever.

	"To courage, may we all find it when we need it."
<Crash!>

The Dreamweaver wipes away the tear that rolled down his cheek during the
last toast and raises his shot of Glenfiddich.

	"Finally, for all of the loved ones who have died, the friends who
have gone, the lovers who leave, and the dreams we leave behind. We
remember you. No matter how slightly you touch our hearts, there is always
a part of you still with us in our lives. For you, I raise uiscebeatha,
the water of life..."

	"To life, and the memories that make it last forever."

Smiling for the first time since entering Callahan's as he raises the
whiskey to his lips, Dreamweaver drinks deeply of life and hurls the shot
glass in to the fire.