
Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2001 04:49:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: elizabeth.sager@enron.com
To: christian.yoder@enron.com
Subject: Re: Notice of flare up of Civil War imagery
Cc: genia.fitzgerald@enron.com
Bcc: genia.fitzgerald@enron.com

One hundred and forty two hours ago, I wandered into the Houston Casino, not
really sure why other than a free floating anxiety that could only be
appeased by attending to the ministerial tasks in life that so frequently
make us forget how good life is.  So after a rousing game of tennis on Friday
morning while my children were frolicking with Dede's 3 children at the
Houston Country Club, I tackled my desk and made head way to no where. After
trashing 457 emails, I opened the the 458th.  And then it came to me.  An
epic. A history. A sense of time, commitment and value. A place where my
roots are (as you all know, my mom and dad are buried in a family graveyard
200 feet from the only barn not burned in the Shenandoah valley during the
Civil War and which was used a Yankee hospital).  And of course there is the
hope of sustaining energy to cope with this lackluster, stressful career in
the Casino.

And the Gods must have seen this coming too.  Being meager and always wanting
to commit small, I sought only volume 1 of the opus.  Not to be found.
Plenty of volume 2s and 3s but not a volume 1 to be found.  Other than in the
sole, 3 volume set, neatly packages in the box, high up on a lonely shelf.  I
knew I was on the right track when the person behind me tried to grab it out
of my hands.  I fought and won.

I'm now on page 32 having met Jefferson Davis and Dear Abe.  At this rate
I'll be finished in about 4 years, a true history of the war.

May Shelby be with us all  providing sustaining .......

es



