From: pirillo2044@iscsvax.uni.edu
Newsgroups: alt.romance.chat
Subject: Explination I  (TLG)
Date: 16 Oct 92 14:37:00 -0500
Organization: University of Northern Iowa


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    Greetings fellow romantics!

        Yes, it is I, the one and only LOCKER GNOME!  I've been happy to see
    such a good response to Forever Untitled (Rolana's Song).  I'm sure those
    of you who liked it would probably like to know the meaning behind it. 
    Well, it goes deeper than just love and stars...
        Two years ago I was going out with a girl named Drema.  We went out for
    six months, but the land distance between us finally broke us apart. 
    ANYWAY, that year (my senior year in H.S.) I was chosen to be the only
    representative for the midwest in a GEOS-TAP weather sattelite program
    designed for students.  I was flown down to New Orleans and spent a week
    rubbing shoulders with the big wigs in the space industry/weather fields. 
    I met 7 others from across the U.S..  I had a lot of fun... then it
    happened.  The date was January 15, 1991, and if you can recall, that was
    the day we started to bomb Bagdhad.
        Everyone was worried that there would be terrorist threats on the plane
    rides back home.  I never thought I'd see Drema again, and I really loved
    her so.  My only thoughts from then on out (until I got home) were of her. 
    In my hotel room, I scratched down a basic sketch of the poem... the rest
    is history.
        The plane ride home went smoothly, but Drema and I never got back
    together.  I played the first version of the song over the phone (and have
    done so ever since then, since it's kinda become a tradition.)  Now a days,
    the song is more refined, but I'm still working out the bugs.
        As far as the title goes, I'll post that next week.  Kinda keeps you
    hangin' for the weekend.  Well, gotta fly!  * Hugs & Kisses *

                                        Take Care,

                                        Chris


    __________                        THE LOCKER GNOME 
        /  _     ____       _()_      Christopher J. Pirillo 
       /   I    I  __      I || \     IN%"pirillo2044@iscsvax.uni.edu"
      /    L___ L___I      _/  \_     "I can't think of a good quote."