From: Andy
Subject: Reunion Redux

All,
	Some closure thoughts on the Weekend at Albie's:

Following are some memmorable lines as snapshots of Albertpalooza:

Wednesday night:

 Tom P. (as the daylight was breaking through the sun porch window at 
 Al's house at 5:00AM) :  "Do you think that revenue sharing will put 
 baseball back to it's previous popularity levels?"

 Fox: (as Fox, Andy, and Willo successfully negotiate the treacherous stairs to 
 the basement suite leaving behind two large empty jugs of wine and several 
 dead Victory beer bottles) "Andy, you said you would tell me the secret of 
 life if I stayed up drinking all night".

 Andy: "Wear sunscreen."  Followed within 3 seconds by the sounds of deep 
 snoring.

Thursday at the PGA:
	
	"You da Man!" - annonymous

Thursday Night at the Italian Restaurant:

	Guy: "Shoot those ladies at the next table a drink on us."
	Waiter: "They said, no thanks."

Friday Golf:

	Willo: "I'm a 23 handicap."

Friday Night at the Beach Bar:

	Sobo: (as some 9 middle aged men relived days of past glory bobbing 
        to the beat of the blues guitar, watching the vibrant young lady in 
        the short cutoffs with the sweet Melissa Ethelridge guttural voice, 
        all with their tongues hanging slightly out of normal position, none 
        with a shot of getting close to this beauty) "Gee guys, just like 
        being back at ND."

	Guy: (in earnest) "What's your best pick-up line?"
	Tom P: "Don't worry, the doctor says this scratching isn't that bad, 
        and they can't jump too far."

Saturday on the Boat:

	Our Captain: (to Gabes as he was reeling in his fighting weak fish) 
        "Hey, that's a real trophy fish.  That's a beauty.  Good size fish, 
        you don't see too many of those out here.  That's a real keeper, a 
        prize fish."

	Our Captain: (to a passing friend in a small fishing boat about an 
        hour later) "Nah, we're not having too much luck, just a couple of 
        fluke and a small weak fish".

Saturday at the Corleone Compound:
	
	Guy:(as he came into the Calcutta Black Hole guest house wearing shorts,
        sandals, a straw fedora and a fanny pack tied around his waist) "Now 
        this is how you should look when you go to the beach bar."

	Fox: "Does that mean I have to grow a shitty black moustache."

Saturday at the Beach Bar prior to a planned barbecue at the compound:

	Andy: (after finding a stool at the bar about ten steps from the 
        entrance) "I'm home."

	Gabes:(after the blond dancing on top of the bar in front of us 
        decided to undo her top for the crowd) "I hope the Danza's didn't 
        buy too much chicken."

Back at the compound late that evening:

	Lauren (Al's 16 year old daughter): (as the late evening crowd was 
        solving world problems) "This is the same conversation you were all 
        having the other night too."

	All: "Yeah, and it's the same one we had twenty five years ago too."

	Let's hope we're all still having it twenty five years from now.

Peace,

Andy