Hi Ya'll,
 
I just wanted to say thanks for all those who have sent me letters recently.
I have been chuckling for a few days now.
 
I'll just say that many passed my Celtic test.  The FML may be in for
trouble!  The consesus seems to be that many a Celt have learned that they
either say nothing or they tell everyone what they can do with it.  In case
you are wondering, there is seldom a middle ground for Celts.
 
Angus, (who name means unique choice), my butterscotch bull boy and Miss
Myrna, (beloved, gentle) my sable woman are in the process of writing a
paper on the definitive guide to Maggie Mae.  I know they both love me
greatly but I am worried about what tales they may tell of me.  What really
worries me is they wouldn't have to fabricate much at all.
 
But I do have one thing to say to all the determined, know their own mind
people out there.  I have been breaking lots of ground lately and although I
hear the pipes in the distance, I have yet to see a blue face come over the
hill.  Post some funnies for us!  Let's get that great satire and sense of
humor a public airing!
 
Maggie Mae, the red-headed terror in Mid Missouri, chuckling all the way!
 
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WARNING: the preceeding post could contain humor disguised as satire.  All
things seemingly serious are not neccessarily so.  If unsure, reread.  If
still unsure, find nearest British Isles native and ask for their opinion,
experts is this field are usually Celtic in origin.
[Posted in FML issue 1978]