Frank Pollard in storage 2007, damaged c print (05-2001) Pollard, Dogmatic Dear Hazard, We prepared a little something to keep you entertained. A packet containing a weensy-tiny machine with a packet all of it's own. Inside one of these there will be 2 bodice rippers, while in the other we've embedded danger. Then with a hardy HiOh-Hi5 She say's, “Hell’s afoot, invent your own pocket-watch.” Good bye, MT/DB PS. Your tree-house is neat M/D Chapter One... We were drinking tea and listening to the great American music of the 60's. I think Arthur C Clarke had just died in Ceylon. I know that I couldn't breath. That’s when our car went spontaneous. Flip a coin we might just escape. SEE PAGE 10 We missed you at the wedding and everyone said, Hi. SEE PAGE 42 We missed you at the wedding and everyone said, Hi. SEE PAGE 43 For all of it’s flaws Democracy really is EPILOGUE heads-up-seven-up