From:	Greg Hammond 
Sent:	Friday, July 24, 1998 8:54 AM
To:	Andrea Leach; Andy Schipper; Babita Duggal; John Prostran; Lori
Dermott; Tajinder Toor; Teresa DaSilva; Victor  Shimla
Subject:	FW: Jokes......

A man named Sam had been in the newspaper business for 25 years when
he finally became sick of the stress. So he quits his job and buys 50
acres of land in Vermont as far from humanity as possible.
Sam sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month.
Otherwise it's total peace and quiet. After six months or so of almost
total isolation, he's finishing dinner when someone knocks on his
door...
He opens it and there is a big, bearded Vermonter standing there.
"Name's Enoch... Your neighbor from four miles over the ridge...
Having a party Saturday... Thought you'd like to come."
"Great," says Sam, "after six months of this I'm ready to meet some
local folks. Thanks for inviting me!"
As Enoch is leaving, he stops, "Gotta warn you though, there's gonna
be some drinkin'."
"Not a problem. After 25 years in the newspaper business, I can drink
with the best of 'em."
Again, as he starts to leave Enoch stops. "More 'n' likely gonna be
some fightin' too."
Tough crowd, Sam thinks to himself. "Well, I get along with people.
Don't worry, I'll be there. Thanks again!"
Once again Enoch turns from the door... "I've seen some wild sex at
these parties, too."
"Now that's not a problem," says Sam, "Remember I've been alone for
six months! I'll definitely be there... By the way, what should I
wear?"
Enoch stops in the door one last time and says, "Whatever you want,
just gonna be the two of us."