From:  Willo
Sent:  Monday, October 13, 1997 5:15 PM
Subject:  Are there any real white men out there?

Hello gang....

Seems like I've been averaging 70 hours per week, and getting home at 8:00
every night. Then I imagine my ND allies.. drinking their wine, figuring 
out what days they'll work this week,  planning their next exotic vacation, and
I say to myself...why didn't I marry money.

How bout them Confederate huggers, the Mags and the Sobo?.  They realize
that they might have to work a Yankee work week, decide to either search 
for some bigger stones in the South or go sell some computer technology to them
know nothing southerners. When both of them want to resurrect from
retirement, come back home and face the 90's.

If any of you have evidence of  hard work please advise.  In the interim I
will continue to pursue Zahmbie-like work attributes.

A real American!

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From: Mags
Subject: RE: Are there any real white men out there?
Date: Tue, 14 Oct 1997 17:43:59 -0400

Nice of you to surface again Willo.  All I can say is that if you 
engineer-types would actually study a problem, plan a solution, and apply 
some scientific insight into what you're actually doing,  you might not 
have to spend 70 hours a week covering your ass and fixing your and other 
engineers' mistakes.  You then would have some time to learn the latest 
technology and send out more love letters to us.   If you ever finish that 
tunnel, maybe your commute won't take so long either!

Chill Will, you might just like this leisurely southern lifestyle down 
here, boy.

Maaaags (read with a southern drawl)

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From: John
Subject: Re: Are there any real white men out there?

Mr. Pathetic (aka "The Willo", "The Willoese"),

Stop complaining.  You should have studied harder when you had the chance.
Or you should have gone to law school.  Or you should've taken that course
"Easy Street, The Easy Way."  But, nooooo, you were too busy inventing
nicknames for yourself.

So, take those 70 hours a week you say you work and ask yourself what more
you can do for the company.  Then do it.  Grab a shovel if you can.
Contribute.  Make a mark.  Dig in.  They do pay your for your loyalty, don't
they?

While so many others are polishing up their inane golf games, you, friend,
will inevitably have a tunnel named after you.  Or at least, one of the sewer
caps surely will be.

But listen, if you want, I can help you toss it all out;  Help you to find a
new way.  Be reborn.  Come out here to the west.  Take your savings and buy a
few acres.  Put your mobile home, complete with PrimeStar hook up, right up
there on the highest hill.  Grow your own grapes.  Make your own wine.   Yeah
that's it.  The Willo can live in his own grove of willos.  ...  A gentler,
kinder Willo ...

Your Friend,
A Real American