All,

Ok, let's close this chapter and move on to AlbertStock.

John, Sobo, sorry you guys couldn't make the grand event; there
was plenty of room in one of the closets.

Actually, let me apologize formally for our "intruders" that
weekend.  I've gone over the details of how it all happened with some of
you, but I trully felt bad for some who were without beds because of the
overcrowding.  In fact, when I calculated the average cost for the
cottage space, I should not have collected the same amount from those who
didn't have bed space.  Therefore, please be advised that anyone who was
forced to sleep on the floor will be issued a credit at AlberStock to be
honored by Al.  Al, as repayment to you for this consideration, you can
have 5 free rounds of golf at BlackThorn in South Bend.  Enough said.

Now on to some comments on the previous writings concerning our
lovecluster weekend:

Willo, I didn't hear the sound of love coming from your room as
you and Gabes were getting reaquainted with your hogness, but that was
probably because of the sounds of snoring emanating from my roomie's
bunk.  Sleeping in a helicopter would have been quieter.  Good thing I
went to bed in a stupor every evening or it really would have been a
nightmare.  But it was trully great to see you, oh Hogmeister.  One of my
favorite memories of the weekend was the sight of fear on your face when
our boat pulled away from the shore without a clue of confidence that we
would get back again.  It was probably only matched by the same stunned
visage you showed when you realized you were in the Zahm Hall chapel and
storm clouds were gathering outside. Trully,  miracles come at unexpected
moments. Oh, and by the way, prick. Getting  in on the safe side of a
friendly poker game and sucking fifty cents a  toss out of me is one sure
way to get your Hog Ass kicked. Next time we  sit down to a friendly game
of poker, remind me to bring my guns.

Fox getting drunk and picking a fight  with everyone in sight on
Friday night was another interesting memory. I think the black toad piss
stout was getting the better of him when he called Terry a white racist
bigot.  Better yet was Terry wondering what was wrong with that.
Hopefully the Fox ND family album will have added some poignant
additions.

Yes, Gabes really did throw a Lincoln by the roadside on our way
back to Chicago to show his disdain for small cash, but the best was his
"bleep you" to Al's very serious plea to not have open alcohol containers
in a vehicle in which he was driving as it meant too much risk for him
and his family.  Al, where did you think you were, back in Brooklyn?

Tom "teflon" Pearson once again managed to escape unfazed as the
ball busting whirlwind swept around rather than over him once again.  Hey
Tom, anybody can shoot golf sober, try making that fifth putt with a
hangover.

Dave, quit asking me for money.  You and Darryl Dewan can both
kiss my ass.  Actually, I thought it was proper Karma for you to allow me
to win the ticket lottery as my recent donations should keep the Columbus
ND club officers meal allowances in their proper prestigious settings for
some time to come.  And you did kick some serious fishing butt.  Perhaps
Mr. Agosta wil offer a challenge off the Long Island Sound.  If he is man
enough to answer the bell.

Hans, I really enjoyed meeting Brian briefly.  He seems like a
really nice kid.  I'm sure you and Sheila are proud of him.  Let him come
to AlbertStock for the weekend next year and I'll take him in to the city
and get him laid. or maybe he could help me.  Also, could you please get
me in touch with that old WNDU guy with the radiohat?  I know a good
investment opportunity when I see one and would like to get in on the
ground floor of that item.

All in all, not a bad time was had by anyone.  The only thing I
truly missed would have been a guest appearance by RPD.  But hey, you
never know.

Long Island, here we come.
        AndyStock is over and out.