> Hey Dave, where the heck are you? I've emailed you at rinkworks and at work, and it seems like I haven't heard from you in ages. Considering that I just sent you the first new email in over 2 years, I thought you'd be all excited. Or at least acknowledge my emails. Or maybe post a review. Or something.
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> What's up?

(-: Gee yeah, I'd sure like to know. How come you haven't returned my calls, my email? Why did you refuse the gift basket I sent, chock full of tinned Gruyère cheese cubes, white wine, and Honey-bran Cheerios? (Oh wait a minute... that was *my* Dave who refused the munchies... He hates white Rhein, smoked cheese, and bran. Sorry 'bout that!)

No, seriously. You don't reply to my mail, and yet you ask where Sam is. You, who have more contact with him than any of us (save except Leen of course.) I smell something rotten in the state of New Hampshire, and it ain't the cheese. What have you done with the body?

Wolfspirit


P.S. Sam, I know wherever you are: be well, and true. You too, Dave. Still, we want some answers...