marty@ism780c.UUCP (Marty Smith) (08/16/86)
When I was about one year old, somebody lifted me high over his head and swung me around like I was in the thing astronauts go around in to see if they can withstand lots of G's. I think it was my dad, but I never saw his face. He flung me around and around, and I was scared, but there wasn't anything I could do. Then somebody outside the room opened the door just a crack and peered in at me. I could see his eyes every time I came around. I was afraid he would open the door too far and my head would smash into it. But he didn't open the door any further. He just stood there peering in at me. Why did they do that anyway? Martin
mo@well.UUCP (Maurice Weitman) (08/17/86)
In article <3214@ism780c.UUCP> marty@ism780c.UUCP (Marty Smith) writes: > >When I was about one year old, [...] Why did they do that anyway? > To prepare you for your toilet paper roll sculpturing career, no doubt. -- Quote: "The police aren't here to create disorder, they're here to preserve disorder." Mayor Richard P. Daly, Chicago, 1968 Disclaimer: Any errors in spelling, tact or fact are transmission errors. Maurice Weitman 9600 ..!{dual,hplabs,lll-crg,ptsfa,glacier}!well!mo | 57600 (415)549-0280 voice (415)549-0388 modem-2400 this^is not 300 mcimail mweitman a pipe 110 P. O. Box 10019 Berkeley, CA 94709