kenr (02/22/83)
Lady Arwen is not Lady Arwen Undomiel. Unless I am *completely* wrong, I suspect that Lady Arwen is actually Lady Arwen Bucziewicz (aka "Lucky Bucky"), from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. She displays a strikingly similar prose style to that famous, nay, *infamous* fourteen year old pool hustler who humbled the likes of Slim Jack Foster, Eddie P. Dooley, and Young Tim Tyler in what used to be the Rainbow Room of the fabulous Idle Hour Pool Hall only 600 yards from the Allen Bradley Clock. She disappeared under mysterious circumstances one cold, clear day, and until now there had been no trace. Some say that Lady Arwen Bucziewicz was the finest shooter to ever crawl out of the bowels of the Bratwurst Capital, but *I* say that anybody with a cue stick like hers, machined out of a solid cube of mil-spec titanium 7 feet on a side by Allen Bradley himself, could tackle Eddie Moscone *and win* as long as they were tall and sober enough to reach the top of the table. Tall and sober--a tough order to fill, in Milwaukee, Wisconsin--but young Lucky was both. The old Canadian, Jacqui LeVesque, used to say Lady Arwen Bucziewicz reminded him of a pretty Abraham Lincoln, exchanging an ax for a bright, shiny pool cue. Myself, I didn't care. Never mind that I had spent my entire life in Springfield, Illinois, and couldn't begin to imagine a pretty Abraham Lincoln; that skinny kid was standing between me and the title of "Eight-Ball King of the Old Northwest Territory". I was in it for the *fame*, and so was she. I like to think it was a disappointment to both of us that she disappeared, with her cue, on the very day that I took the "City of New Orleans" to Chicago, en route to our initial showdown. I had a pocketful of taunting letters from her, which I reviewed on the train, so when I walked into the Rainbow Room I was steeled and ready for anything. Rather, anything other than the sobbing mugs of Tyler, LeVesque, and Dooley. At first I thought they were joking, or playing a trick; it took only three pitchers of Milwaukee's finest to convince me of the sincerity of these men, and of their affection for Lady Arwen "Lucky Bucky" Bucziewicz. So, Lucky, if it is indeed you, tell us what happened that crisp, December day. Who or what diverted you from pool rooms to computer science? Was it the CIA, like Jacqui says? Do you still have the stick, or has the Reagan administration actually incorporated it into the triggering system of the new, supersecret Shrike IV missles aimed at Moscow, like Slim Jack speculates? And most important, do you still remind people of Abraham Lincoln?
trb (02/23/83)
Ok, ok. I'm Lady Arwen. Enough already. Andy Tannenbaum Bell Labs Whippany, NJ (201) 386-6491