Since I may have only 30 or 40 years
left to live, I'd like to take this
opportunity to publicly thank those who
have made and continue to make a
difference both in my life and in this
journal, not only currently, but also
semi-recently and in the distant
past......
A Vague Thanks
To......Barney
(for
the use of his Compaq ProLinea 4/50
super slow PC, his daily readings, and
his tenant status),
Netscape (for making my
goddamn guest book unusable after 11
entries), Meowy-Cowy (for keeping me in
shape), my 'Rents (for
me and for Do What You Know Is
Right),
Adrienne (for thought), Bono,
Larry, Adam, and the Edge (for
Please, Streets,
and
Bad live), Bob Geldof (for Live
Aid, without
which I still might be whining about
Men At Work breaking up),
Matt (for making my couch smell
like ass), Wire, Surrender, and DCList
(for several thousand posts and emails),
the San
Diego Padres (for September and October
of '98),
Stephen R. Donaldson (for white gold and
the Haruchai), Christie (for a slew
of compliments), my
fans (wait, I have none), Fox (for
wonderful garbage), tulip bulbs (for
depositing my stomach lining in the
toilet and giving me one hell of a
story), Field Of
Dreams (for welling),
Lisa (for not beating
the hell out of me), the Palace (for the
crown), Roy (for future computer fixes,
"no comment," and steaks), Kraft Foods
(for the
Maxwell House coffee), Glen Ellen Winery
(for the cabernet), Cerveceria Modelo
(for changing my whole latitude), Philip
Morris (for Basic Ultra Lights and hence
a longer life than if I smoked Camels),
the Commonwealth of Virginia (for
greeting me with a 60 degree temperature
swing in 1984), the ToastMobile (for
just being), Mead
composition books (for starting it
all), Laurie (for questions), Buffy!
(for the
restraining order),
Mr. White (for advancement),
www.thumbzilla.com (man cannot
live on journals alone), Max (for
everything--but your still a putz), Jim,
Doreen,
Bob, George, and Arch (for another 16
years),
Terri
(for the gargling answering machine that
I hear 15 times a day), F Train
(for inspiration for this here journal),
ICQ (for life beyond
the Palace), the Washington Capitals
(for a new passion), Jeanne, Malinda,
Kelly,
and Candy (for letting me play back a
step), all of The Hawks
(for enjoying Sunday nights), Kathleen
(for
kicking me to the curb), the black
rubber fake mouse (for its eraser
capabilities), the Comfort Inn on Route
95 in
Florence, South Carolina (for bowling
and wide-awake cows), UVA (for the
experience), "T" (for that opposite
field
shot), Kathy M, Steve H, and Lester (for
education and pride), Open Pages and The
Journal
Ring (for accepting me...still waiting,
folks), Rachel L (for that very first
"Glenn!"),
The Mailman (for Magic Mail),
Thursday's (for the F.B.S.,
a certain Shooter Sunday, and lack of
bologna),
CVS (for paid vacations and paid
stress), Burger King (for the Pokemon
Value Book Coupons), Mike (for
the
letters), Uncle Frank (for soon-to-be
comparisons of loss), Yahoo (for email
and letting me type their name
without that goofy exclamation point),
the other members of the Chicago 5 (
for a great 34 hours), Mike Fuller, Ken
Caminiti, John Harkes, and Al
Iafrate (for
being members of the Glenn's Favorites
Who Were Traded Club),
food (for countless sources of
humor), MLK (for a hero), and finally to
myself (for scratching too damn much and
turning it into a full-blown rash).
