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    OH no!
    
    	A note dedicated to Don.  Well being a x-coworker of Don before
    he transfered to MRO, I can honestly say the he is a true Habs's fan.
    He even has a bumper sticker.
    
    	Glenn, he probably invited you over for some Labatts. A couple of
    years ago he didn't have cable TV so he spend many a night at a local
    watering hole and if the Habs won he cap off the night with a
    Crown Royal.
    
	Being a native of New Brunswick and Don from Nova Scotia we've had
    our share of discussions.
    
    
    	BTW, Don  the Canadien flag is still hanging in my office.
    

    I too have often missed Don since his move to Marlboro.
    
    On one memorable occasion, Don and I had just finished a two-four
    of 50 down by the river.  It was fall and we both had toques on.  Well,
    after relieving ourselves around the back of Don's pickup truck, we
    head back to my place to catch the tail end of hockey night in Canada.
    Well, on the way there, we drove over a skunk, and boy, did the cab of
    the truck smell!
    
    Yeah, them were the days...
    
    Spudly.

Now that Glen has dedicated a note to me, and made some insinuating 
remarks about my giving directions, I must reveal what really happened.
Unfortunatley, this will bring out a problem that Mr. Richardson suffers 
from. 

Glen and the others were following me to my house. When we came to
Rt. 495 I went on Rt. 495 north, but instead of following me, Glen did
a whirley-twirley and went on Rt. 495 south. Now to cover up the whirley-
twirlies he's saying I gave the wrong directions! Could someone from back
up north please verify that Glen does do whirley-twirlies?

I noticed Glen also mentioned a canoe in his note. I suppose he's going
to let it out that I have a stealth canoe hidden in the woods behind
my house.

Don

    
    
    	I need to clarify my last reply about Don, he's a once's deferred
    	Canadian (ma and pa were originals), but he likes to think of
        himself as a native. 
    
    	Glen, I must sympathize with you having to follow Don on 495, he 
    	always took the country roads home from Salem, he was probably
    	confused and doing multiple whirley-twirleys with all the traffic
    	no wonder you lost him.
    
    	Don, might talk big about hockey, but he's still a lousy player!!
    
    

    eh Benoit, I forgot to tell you this. When I was in Canada this summer
    I bought a Nordique shirt. The quy in the store started laughing at me
    so I had to tell him it was for someone else. Your still a Nordique's
    fan right? 
    

	I cannot attest to the trip in question and whether or not
	Glenn got lost as a result of a Whirly-Twirly.

	However, there has been mention of an incident a few weeks
	ago that saw Glenn performing a whirly-twirly in the center
	of Main street Sarnia.

	The police were called and he was prompted whisked away to
	the local hoosegow.

	Slanderously yours,

	cree eight 'v

>Note 366.4                         Don Poulsen                            4 of 6
>HPSRAD::POULSEN                                      16 lines  15-NOV-1990 13:02

>I noticed Glen also mentioned a canoe in his note. I suppose he's going
>to let it out that I have a stealth canoe hidden in the woods behind
>my house.


      Just goes to show how efficient the Canadian military machine has
      become since I migrated across the pond. Surely if it's a stealth
      canoe, it's a waste of time hiding it? Or is that to cover up the
      fact thatits stealth relies on foliage?

      Tim

    
    re .-1
    
    I feel that I must correct some "glaring errors" in the previous note!
    
>	However, there has been mention of an incident a few weeks
>	ago that saw Glenn performing a whirly-twirly in the center
>	of Main street Sarnia.
    
    There is no Main street in Sarnia.  Obviously you were referring to
    Christina St., where our bustling downtown is located.  Unfortunately
    the market for bustles is rather depressed at the moment!
    
    Whirly-twirly's, at least in the very liberally-minded (or NDP-minded
    after the latest election) burg of Sarnia, are totally acceptable
    during working hours when witnessed by a group no smaller that three
    (3), not including the whirly-twirler.
    
    Therefore, said event must have been ECWT's (Extra-Curricular
    Whirly-Twirly's) in the middle of Christina St., which is impossible,
    as we put our downtown streets away at night, to prevent evil criminals
    lurking about.
    
>	The police were called and he was prompted whisked away to
>	the local hoosegow.
    
    We don't have a hoosegow, unless the writer was talking about the
    infamous LCCF&BP (Lambton County Correctional Facility & Bingo
    Parlour)!!
    
    There! I feel better now!
    
    -doug
    
    PS: Shouldn't this note be cross-filed in the SARNIA note, once again
    proving that the SARNIA note is the most interesting and widely-read
    note in the entire universe (ie. all point outside of ITC).

    I feel that I am observing a most fascinating phenomena in the Canada
    Notesfile.

    For some unexplained reason, we seem to be drifting off topic.

    Most disconcerting.


    Glenn

    re .8
    
    The canoe has been camouflaged to look like a normal canoe. Thats
    why I have to keep it out of sight. 
    
    Don

Ah yes!  I remember the time that Don, me and Korff Barbunk got together
behind an incontinent elephant, our conversation and frivolity were
intermittently interrupted by large gushes of finely digested peanuts
mixed with dollops of savannah grass.  Korff, who had brought along his
dead wife who had a heart of gold but smelled a bit, was remarking
on his earlier careers and his youth:

	"My brother and I were stunningly dissimilar twins considering
	 that our births were separated by 3 years and 2 continents,
	 but one of the fondest memories of my childhood was making
	 my brother laugh so hard that food came out of his nose."

Don then interrupted to say that his major concerns these days were:

	1. Conservation of national sausage rings
	2. Penguins on TV
	3. Soviet jewelry
	4. Endangered feces

I suggested that maybe we could take Don's car to see a new porno flick
called 'On Golden Blond'.  When we got to his car, Don realized he had
locked his keys inside and he had to smash the windshield to get his
wife out.  Korff took the opportunity to remark that his wife used to 
have the Midas touch, everything she touched turned into a muffler.  That
was in the days when Korff bought out Farquar's Funeral Home and renamed
it Death 'n' Things, against his wife's wishes as she preferred Stiffs 'R Us.

We ended the night in song as Don attempted to negotiate the width of I495,
I can still hear Korff's soprano voice piping out those old hits, like;

	"If I Had To Do It Again, I'd Do It All Over You" 

	"I Gave Her A Ring, And She Gave Me The Finger"

	"I Can't Fall Asleep Since You Sat On My Pillow Last Night"


Ya, those were the days,

Pat

    Don Poulsen, Harvard professor and venture capitalist,
    provided Ken Olsen with the financial backing to start Digital.
    Since the time Ken and the 'Donner' met when Ken first approached him
    at American Research & Development, they enjoyed a special relationship.  

    Don served as a member of Digital's Board of Directors from
    1972 until he passed away on June 2, 1987.  He will long be remembered 
    for his significant role in shaping Digital's values and philosophies.   
    He is quoted above from the "Man With a Vision" videotape produced by 
    Media Services.  For a copy, check with the Digital Library nearest you.

    Today, after many months of silence, I had the gratifying opportunity to
    chat once again with the famed Don Poulsen. A philanthropist (where
    beer companies are concerned) and a golf club maker, Don has now
    embraced the philosophy of eviscerating himself on the john while doing
    macrame and needlepoint for Korff Barbunk's deceased wife.

    I've also come to the conclusion that this note is one of the funniest
    in this notesfile of late, even rivaling the famed Sarnia note.

    In serendipitous frivolity,

    Glenn

    P.S.  It may interest some to know that Don's cable company has
    discontinued the French Quebec station which carried the Habs in full
    glorious Tricolor every Saturday night. He's going through withdrawal.

    	Don was seen this morning picketing the FORUM.
    
    	His picket:  A six-string hockey stick.  He was strumming the
    chords to "Blackbird" but some of the lyrics were changed:
    
    		Canada and Hockey Night.
                Boy, those Habs could really fly.
                That was life...
    		Damn, this strike sure picked a lousy moment to arrive.
    
    		Hockey Night...
    		Hockey Night...
    		No more hockey while they have this strike.
    
    	All right, all right...it ain't exactly poetry.  
    
    	I am sure that Don's little world is crumbling today.  Don, are you
    in at work today?  If so, I admire your courage.
    
    	PG
    
    	PG.