To: dale@megalink.net
From: silverfish@

Browsing early Sunday a.m. Returned to the Universe-ity and clicked the
smoking page. I remember having a butt under the bridge or on the
trestle or down on the river bank somewhere. I remember having a butt or
two in that little car you owned (Renault?) with the push button gear
shift. Our little smoking clubs met everywhere. I must correct you,
however, in regards to the child's sing-song rhyme. It was: "Winston
tastes bad like the one I just had; no filter, no taste, just a thirty
cent waste." They actually cost 30 cents?