my parents are picking me up at your house on sunday morning (after the 
party party party) to go talk with quaker children about archaeology. below 
is the bit of the message dealing with this. it amuses me. 


---------- Forwarded message ----------
Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2000 08:16:57 -0400
From: Barry R Hodge 
To: CJHodge [at] wjh.harvard.edu
Subject: Sunday, 23 July, 2000.


1. At 8:00 AM on Sunday, 7-23-00, a chariot in the shape of a pumpkin, drawn 
by eight snaggletooth rocket cats with raggedy ears, will arrive outside the 
door of the Cambridge apartment of S. King, and will whisk you to glory. Be 
prepared. Suitable preparation includes helmet and oxygen supply unit, since 
the speed of travel will be extreme (rendering breathing difficult) and the 
manner of proceeding will be jerky-to-jerkier, depending on the level of 
improvement in the teamwork quotient of the motive power. The leader of the 
pack will, of course, be Tom; we have recruited a number of his brothers and 
sisters who live up the road, as well. They are not fully trained, and 
although the speed is there, and to spare, course and consistency are 
random.