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Below is response to this email from fair.



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Fred and several others went from Shattuck school to whitman college in 1956.

Fred attended summer school at the University of Colorado in 1958 when Payne took higher algebra course from Aboulghassem[?] Zirakzadeh.


Payne drove Fair to the denver airport at the end of summer school.

Last time we saw fred was in 1980 in Taos.



1956 photo.

Canadian Fred is in dark glasses.

----- Original Message -----
From: Fred Fair
To: bill payne
Sent: Wednesday, July 19, 2006 7:58 PM
Subject: Re: ied

Bill: Rummy hasn't been around much since he was "booed" at the 4th of July parade in Arroyo Seco a couple years ago. We were good friends for ten years, partners in business deals and I flew him around in a plane we jointly owned. Once he got back into the political system system, we departed ways but I had a chance to observe this man of great discipline, intelligence and ruthless focus close up. I'm around doing my last building project so come when convenient. Just let me know in advance as I go back and forth to my ranch quite a bit. It's just north of Cuba - good trout fishing in the lake. Hondo is still running and I understand the Rio is down around 300 or 400 cfs. Reards,

We were off to Nixon’s funeral in a sleek Citation, chartered by my friends Don and Joyce. Originally we were flying out in the ancient but elegant Aero Commander Don and I owned. The weather had turned sour, but early enough for Don to arrange for the jet so we saved ourselves the horror of thundering out in four hours. Instead we whispered across the Southwest at 36,000 feet in two hours. Don had gotten me an invitation to the funeral. This was probably no easy feat; it was the number one power junkie event of the week if not the year. The day of the funeral, a Wednesday, began with a full winter snowstorm in Taos. We were scheduled to leave at noon. By 10:00 a.m. it appeared we would have to drive to Santa Fe to pick up the jet because of the snow. But 15 minutes later, the snow had tapered off and the crew of the jet decided on a Taos pick up. I was ready in my new second-hand suit purchased in Austin. I could use it for a wedding coming up and also my own internment some day. My normally windblown hair was plastered down with hair spray for the solemn occasion. It was still spitting snow at the Taos airport but the Citation landed on time and took right off again; we were quickly en route to the Orange County airport. I resisted the urge to kibitz with the pilots in the cockpit. Don was churning through several newspapers and magazines, dumping them on my lap so that I might be as current as he was regarding the mass of editorializing about Nixon’s past. Since his reading and retention rate were greater than mine, I left the unread editorials in a pile when we landed in Orange County. The local FBO was buried in what pilots describe as “heavy iron”--mostly Gulfstream III’s and IV’s which towered over our little Citation. All were there for the funeral. A limousine waited at the plane’s door. First, we were whisked off for a quick lunch and then driven 20 miles to Yerba Linda where the funeral was being held at the Nixon library. Our first stop was for credentials which turned out to be a little purple button with “R.N.” slashed across the face. I was not on the master invitee list but Don quickly arranged for my button and we were off again in the limo for the six-block ride through a modest neighborhood, now cordoned off to keep the public at bay. People were lined up on the sidewalks, some holding placards. I wondered if they were protesters although it seemed a bit after the fact. The street in front of the library was clogged with massive media vans and antennas. I imagine that getting out of the limo was as close as I was ever going to get to a state function. There were crowds of people standing around, hoping for a look at someone famous. My face would puzzle a power groupie. It was 3:00 pm and the service was set to begin at 4:00. We walked with an amorphous crowd through a security check which opened into the court where the ceremony was to be held. It looked packed already with a grand stand set up at the rear. Long rows of chairs seated around 1500. The place was milling with recognizable faces from the current administration, the congress and the Nixon/Watergate era. It was a kaleidoscope of recent American history and events. Each face evoked mental subtitles, descriptions of who and when, and were they indicted/convicted and for what. Don and Joyce slowly waded through the crowd with me in tow. Sometimes they would stop and press flesh with old friends and political cronies. I was introduced and for a moment pulled out of the newsreel environment of recognizable faces. The funeral was “ground zero” for the world that afternoon. I came face to face with the Joint Chiefs of Staff and their “football”-- the device for launching a full-scale nuclear attack on anybody, anywhere, carried by a mere colonel. They, and we in turn, were completely surrounded by the Congress of the United States and various other levels of factotemry all trying to find their respective levels of notoriety in the seating/pecking order. Don was to be seated with Nixon’s old cabinet in the second row, but he broke for air and we ended up sitting behind the congressional delegation. We were sitting next to one of his retired, congressional friends from Michigan. Next to me was a Wyoming senator. In front of us was the blue-black wrinkled mass of the congress. In front of them, popping into view from time to time, were three past and current presidents. Publicity-seeking wannabes jockeyed for coveted seating. The bulk of the Watergate era passed into view over the next 30 minutes as we waited for the ceremony to begin. Thunder rolled in the not far-off distance. “Will it rain?” was a common refrain of new arrivals sitting around us. Security helicopters hovered in the darkening sky. Behind were bleachers filled with the untermensch, probably the press, or those with mere yellow buttons. They were not entitled to the reception to follow in the Nixon library. Their lot was to press their noses against the windows and look in or hang around outside to get some verbal pearls from us, the purple button set, after the ceremony. At 4:00 sharp the Marine band, which faced us from podium’s left, began playing military school music. Directly behind the podium was the old Nixon family home which resembled a Sears catalog home circa turn of the century. It was set attractively with some mature landscaping dominated by a great live oak. From behind the old home came the casket carried by ten young men from the various branches of the armed forces. They must have been chosen as a result of steroid ingestion and their ability to lift and carry a heavy object. They somehow managed, in lock step, to carry the heavy casket around corners, and up several steps, where they then deposited the casket on the stand by podium. Had they been able to rehearse the march with Dick, I wondered, or had they had to do it as a dry run, so to speak? It suddenly fell silent, all except for the wind and the distant thunder. The casket sat alone; we all stared. Billy Graham lurched up to the podium for a short introduction and prayer and a peevish reminder to “follow the program.” The band, this time accompanied by the Navy choir, played and sang what I guessed were Nixon’s old favorites. They were familiar to me also from my past military school ceremonies. Over the next hour, Kissinger, Dole, Pete Wilson and President Clinton all gave eulogies. All were appropriate and thankfully short. Kissinger was mumbly and faintly emotional. He performed a touching pivot towards the casket at his arrival and departure, a short gesture of respect and farewell. The image of Kissinger and Nixon on the Oval Room rug praying together during the dark moments of Watergate always made me think that a politically expedient trade had been made between the two. Was Kissinger, at that moment before the casket, thinking of those bleak moments and the dark history they had shared? Dole repeated his “that’s American” phrase about Nixon four or five times. At the end, a rising tide of emotion carried him off the speaker’s podium with a final and barely audible “God Bless America.” Wilson was articulate; Clinton, presidential. More songs followed, and more Billy Graham with the Lord’s Prayer, and “Amen.” Then it was all over. The fine strong young men offered a 21-gun salute and Nixon was carried away for internment somewhere behind the old family home. Three beautiful brass canons were fired, one after another, a hundred yards away. Fortunately the muzzles were pointed towards the suburbs just across the street. I watched the smoke rings blow out the barrels after each firing and wondered how the neighbors felt about being down muzzle. They had all probably been evicted from their homes for the ceremony. If not they were all going to need hearing aids. After the interment, which we listened to over a loudspeaker, the entire assembly moved en masse to the library for libations. We were cheek to jowl with every one of the purple buttons inside the library. Don, Joyce and I continued through the pack. Every couple of feet we would stop for introductions. I met George Schultz, George McGovern, Mr. Speaker, Al Haig, the British Defense Minister and several of Don’s congressional alumni en route to the hors d’oeuvres. There was a reception line to express condolences to Nixon’s daughters. I sidestepped that to arrange for our limo to pick us up. The former presidents were leaving; the reception and security and television crews were ubiquitous just outside the entrance. I reveled at the sight of TV cameras swiveling to follow me as I left the entrance. Might I be spotted by friends and neighbors back in Taos on the evening news? Clinton stayed at the reception until the very end and was easily accessible. I was tempted to go over and say hello and mention S. Ross and Kay, his old Oxford buddies from New Mexico but a set of pastries got in the way. Don, Joyce and I were finally headed for the door where they were once again entrapped by old friends and for the next half hour acted like hosts at the end of a party, standing by the front door waving good bye to the departing guests. Our limo was parked just outside the library entrance; we were whisked out of the pack and off to the airport for the return to Taos. On the way to the airport we rehashed the highlights of the afternoon. Who spoke the best? Dole, we decided, but he lost credibility for excess emotion. Who had the most to gain politically from his podium appearance? Pete Wilson, we thought. Clinton, fortunately, was unanimously voted “most presidential.” We stopped at a liquor store for a celebratory bottle of wine for the flight back, congratulating ourselves that we weren't going to be aboard ol’ Thunder for a three hour bump and grind back to Taos. The limo dropped us at the door of our Citation and we settled comfortably into its cabin while the crew got us airborne. A moist red sunset glowed over the L.A. basin, followed by a light dinner salad served with an appropriate wine. Just about the time we had finished, we landed back in Taos, where thick white snow was still falling in perfect silence.




McKown is alive!





Let's try to reason ["My fellow Americans, let us reason together." 1970? Remember?] with McKown [paulmckownw@earthlink.net] and Fair [fredfair@TaosNet.com].

Truthful answer to alternate energy sources to fossil fuel is ... some of us surviving, our kids and grandkids are in some real trouble. The Oil Crash.
----- Original Message -----
From: Basil Rudolf Gelpke
To: bill payne
Sent: Tuesday, March 28, 2006 11:37 PM
Subject: Re: oilcrash

Thank you. Great!
Basil
Am 26.03.2006 um 08:08 schrieb bill payne:
http://www.prosefights.org/shattuck/shattuck.htm
regards
http://mywebpages.comcast.net/bpayne37/index.htm#margolis

Mostly caused by some members of classes between 1906 and 2006.

Fred Fair responds
----- Original Message -----
From: "bill payne"
To:
Sent: Tuesday, March 21, 2006 6:41 PM
Subject: Re: 50 years

> Fred, I look forward to the call.
>
> regards

Original Message
From:
To: "bill payne"
Sent: Tuesday, March 21, 2006 10:45 AM
Subject: Re: 50 years

Bill, I'm down in Mexico but will be back next week. I'll give you a
call then. Regards,

----- Original Message -----
From:
To: " bill payne"
Sent: Tuesday, March 21, 2006 10:42 AM
Subject: Re: no reason at all

>Bill: I'm reading "The Long Emergency" by Kunstler - predicated on the
> peak oil economic concept - not a pretty picture but I highly recommend
> the read. Regards,

John Hunner phoned on Sunday March 19, 2006

Hunner is coming.

Let's work on Fair and McKown.
----- Original Message -----
From: bill payne
To: gus@gusleach.com
Sent: Sunday, March 19, 2006 5:39 PM
Subject: Re: Greetings from eons ago!!

gus

i really want to see you BEFORE IT'S ALL OVER.

"We were warned: tomorrow's oil crisis" airs this weekend on CNN Presents, Airs: March 18 and 19 at 8 p.m., 11 p.m. ET
you were hiding at shattuck.

i never recognized you.

i recognized fred and mckown.

best
http://mywebpages.comcast.net/bpayne37/index.htm

----- Original Message -----
From: Gus Leach
To: fredfair@taosnet.com
Cc: Bill Payne
Sent: Saturday, March 18, 2006 8:17 PM
Subject: Greetings from eons ago!!

Hi Fred:

Thanks to Bill Payne, I've discovered your email address! I hope this finds you well.

I add my encouragement to Bill's, trying to get you to attend our 50th reunion at Shattuck. These events only roll around once, so it merits special consideration. It appears that we're gathering a good group of guys ..... and even many Saints too! I can vouch that it's lots of fun to catch up with the gang at reunions. I've now done 3 or 4 at Shattuck & am really looking forward to our 50th. So ... please give it serious and thoughtful consideration. We'd love to have you with us ... in person - not just via the photo you'll be giving to Bill when you see him soon!!

On a personal note, all's well with me. Like most of us, I'm now basically retired. Still live in Winnipeg. Haven't had skates on for many, many years (3 daughters, none of whom got into skating!). However, I'm a fairly serious skier. Took it up after my Dartmouth College hockey days finished. We have a chalet in Whistler, BC (God's Country!!) & this is the 5th winter we've been here for about 4 months. I love it. The time just zings by.

Drop me a note & fill me in on your life these days. Better yet - do so in person in Faribault in June!!

If you're thinking of attending, let me know & I'll send you co-ordinates re hotel rooms in Faribault & also Jim Abbott's event in Mpls on June 8th.

All the best,

Gus

----- Original Message -----
From: "bill payne"
To: fred fair
Sent: Saturday, March 18, 2006 7:25 PM
Subject: Re: 50 years

> either give me a call or an email about lunch.
>
> this is ESSENTIAL TRAVEL.
>
> later
>
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From:
> To: "bill payne"
> Sent: Saturday, March 18, 2006 2:16 PM
> Subject: 50 years
>
>
> > http://www.prosefights.org/shattuck/auschwitz/shattuck2.htm
> > Bill: debatable whether or not I will go to the reunion but at the least I
> > have a photo I was going to send with the app. - shows me on my boat in
> > the Bahamas a couple years ago smoking a joint with drink in hand to be
> > titled, "last known photo of Fair, deceased". I'll give it to you when we
> > lunch next month for general distribution to the class of 56. Enjoyed the
> > call.
Regards

Tim

"last known photo of Fair, deceased"

Keep a good sense of humor.

Fred, of course, is kidding as usual.

It was great to hear Fred's voice last evening after about 25 years.

Fred sounded exactly the same ... and his attitude is unchanged!

March 16, 2006

Paul F McKown
455 Ralston Ave.
Mill Valley, CA 94941

Paul

You okay?

I'm going to go to the 50th at Shattuck.

Best
Bill payne

Pics
http://www.prosefights.org/shattuck/shattuck.htm

Fred Fair phoned.

We're going to meet in Taos in several weeks.

----- Original Message -----
From: Timothy Palmer
To: palmer
Sent: Friday, March 17, 2006 11:46 AM
Subject: Death

Just received from a friend today and thought you might like the info.
Tim

To: Tim T. Palmer
Sent: Friday, March 17, 2006 1:30 PM
Subject: Death

Tim,

In todays Faribault paper Donald Purrington passes away March 6th. A Brother and very active in the Chapter and Commandary. Do not know if you where informed of this by the school.

Don

I remember the name but not the guy.

No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse; as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of Mine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
John Donne

There is only one thing worse than growing older. Not growing older.

I just got back from my 2.8 mile senior citizen walk which I did in 49 minutes and 49 seconds.

Less than 50 minutes means I was hustling.

Let's all make a point to try to keep kicking at least until after June 11, 2006

I'm try to keep somewhat in shape for


Essential New Mexico Quail hunt travel
Essential Kansas travel.


Senior citizen bird hunting buddy who is pictured in the quail and pheasant hunts is a 1958 graduate of New Mexico Military Institute.
Bird hunting buddy is right-wing.

He emails lots of jokes.
----- Original Message -----
From:
To:
Sent: Tuesday, March 14, 2006 12:40 PM
Subject: Baffling

After numerous rounds of "We don't know if Osama is still alive", Osama himself decided to send Ted Kennedy a letter in his own handwriting to let him know he was still in the game.

Kennedy opened the letter and it appeared to contain a single line of coded message:

370HSSV-0773H

Kennedy was baffled, so he e-mailed it to John Kerry. Kerry and his aides had no clue either, so they sent it to the FBI.

No one could solve it at the FBI so it went to the CIA, then to the NSA.

With no clue as to its meaning, the FBI finally asked Britain's MI-6 for help. Within a minute MI-6 cabled back with this reply:

"Tell the FBI that Kennedy's holding the message upside down."


Essential chukar hunting travel.

while the oil lasts.

Peak oil may be NOW.

Peak Oil
Energy Bulletin
The Oil Drum


John Hunner responded by email.

He wrote is going to phone this weekend.

No response from Fred Fair as of 14:11.

March 16, 2006 19:30: Stu instructed payne to phone hunner 952-474-6594.

----- Original Message -----
From: swestdal
To: 'bill payne'
Sent: Thursday, March 16, 2006 10:08 AM
Subject: RE: Hunner

Picky, picky – “a” and “w” are too close together on the keyboard. That was part of a quiz and you passed (sure, sure). Bill Alexander is of ’55, Tom is our classmate and he’s coming. I have a great memory of a member of toe Class of ’06 at out graduation. As I was walking out to our getting into formation for our last inspection and parade, I noticed an elderly couple heading the same way; the man was walking slowly with a cane and the woman beside him was holding his other arm. I noted that this gent had a full head of black hair and I thought that was pretty darned good. As I drew even with them, I noticed his 50 year tag and glanced at his hair again. The woman noticed this, smiled, and said “it’s all his and it isn’t dyed”. I smiled at both of them and said “I am so jealous” and we all had a nice laugh.

Best wishes,
Stewart

Let's see how the class of 1956 looks compared to the class of 1906!

More interesting to see how that class of 2005 looks in 2056.

----- Original Message -----
From: swestdal
To: 'bill payne'
Sent: Wednesday, March 15, 2006 7:01 PM
Subject: RE: fun phone conversation.

Well, picky, picky, picky! Jeesh!

I haven’t “heard” anything new from Gus or Jim since Saturday so I assume this is still “current”;

I have the following noted as coming to the reunion (+ indicates accompanied by spouse or -): Abbott(+), Albertson, Benson (at least for Thursday), Gustafson, House (+), Hunner (I still don’t have positive confirmation), Jones, Lamont, Leach (+), MacFarlane (+), Palmer (+), Payne, Scheel, Speidel, Truax, Wilson and yours truly. Wgo knows, some other sly weasely type may pop up at almost any time. Other than this, I don’t know squat (been there before, it’ll happen again).

“til later… Stewart

Let's respond to Tim Palmer's email with a joke.

----- Original Message -----
From: Timothy Palmer
To: bill payne
Sent: Sunday, March 05, 2006 11:02 AM

Subject: Re: 50TH REUNION PRE FARIBAULT GATHERING

Bill: I sent a copy of that page in the year book to SSM and informed them that the pix had been switched. Guess we'll see what happens when the reunion takes place. If I have your picture on my ID card, guess my original correspondence was in vain.

Sure hope you plan on joining in the festivities. I've been to quite a few reunions over the years and have enjoyed each one. Fun to talk about the "old days". Too bad we're missing some classmates permanently.

Tim

Yes I plan and hope to see all of you guys for our 50th.

Your last sentence reminds me of a joke I heard.

CALLER: Is Bernie there?
ANSWERER: No Bernie passed away.

Following day

CALLER: Is Bernie there?
ANSWERER: No Bernie is dead.

Following day

CALLER: Is Bernie there?
ANSWERER: No Bernie passed away.

Bernie is dead.

Why do you keep asking this question?

CALLER: I simply love to hear it.

My wife Patty, our 44th wedding anniversary is on June 9, 2006 and my 69th birthday is on June 11, convinced me we should attend the 50th.

But I have concerns.

Some of our class have succeeded in some ways but not in others.

If I hear any class members promote how well they have done in comparison to other attendees, then I would be disappointed.

I would regret we came to the 50th.

I only want to hear about the past [Why I remember back in 1956 ... ] and current topics.

Like peak oil, coal consumption and what may happen to our grandchildren ... who look to be in BIG TROUBLE ... if peak oil is right.

We do not inherit the Earth from our parents, we borrow it from our children.

Dr Sobolewski's brother-in-law, Pete Burdic, was graduated from Shattuck.

Burdic drives a cement truck for a living.

Burdic is a sharp guy.

Pete left his wife and three sons to move in with a younger lady.

Pete's oldest son is real sharp guy about ready to go to college.

I met him last August at birthday party for in Seattle for Sobolewlski's grandson.

I really talked-up the advantanges of more education. Guess who may have to help pay?

Maybe I won't be going salmon fishing this year at Sekiu this august for reasons other than high-prices or no gas.

The arch of Shattuck/St Marys?

This is my memory of Shattuck/St Marys.

I'm just kidding, of course. Maybe not?

Stoneman's third paragraph may be the reason for the above jpg?





John Sobolewski was born in Krakow in 1939.

As a youth he reported saw the wagons carrying the unfortunates east.

Sobolewski reported he asked his lawyer father where the people were going.

Sobolewski reported his father responded, "Don't ask."

Sobolewsi said he was only 10km from Dresen when it was bombed.

Do you think some of the surviving guards and inmates of the above institution got togther to celebrate their 50th in 1995?

I abolutely deny that I am drawing any comparison.

Never interpret the above sentence as a comparison to our 50th.

I had a neat conversation with Stu Wesdal March 14, 2006 at about 19:00.


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Sent: Sunday, March 12, 2006 6:28 PM Subject:

Re: 50TH REUNION PRE FARIBAULT GATHERING

----- Original Message -----
From: swestdal
To: 'bill payne'
Sent: Monday, March 13, 2006 9:14 PM Subject: RE: hunner and sabers

Not a bad thought.

I have 6 categories of responses for this reunion: “Yes”, “No”, “Maybe-possible”, “Maybe-probably not”, “No response to letters and left messages”, “No response to letters and no available telephone number”.

I have 11 “No” replies – Alexander, Anderson, Britts, Drake, Dyche, Goddard, Henry, Kohtz, Lane, Scott, Terhune.

4 Maybe-possible” – Bliss, Burchette, Frank, Turner.

7 “Maybe-probably not” – Blackman, Hinrich, Purbaugh, Risberg, Saunders, Shultz. Valentine.

10 “ No response to letters/ ‘phone calls” – D. Carlson, Derber, Dowty, Fair, Emmons, Kirchner, Olson, Terhune, Watson,G. Wunderwald.

11 “No response to letters/no ‘phone” – Bomhoff, Bruen, G. Carlson, Kirk, Lee, Lesh, Morris, McKeon, Neely, Swanson, L. Wunderwald

Swanson above is of the "chicke pot pie Swanson."
Stu reported he got involved in litigation and lost it all.

Others asked to be dropped from the mailing list, never gave forwarding addresses or have died.

Hopes this helps a bit; stay in touch – I’m looking forward to seeing you again

Stewart

-----Original Message-----

From: bill payne [mailto:bpayne37@comcast.net]
Sent: Monday, March 13, 2006 8:40 PM
To: swestdal Subject: Re: hunner and sabers

thanks

here's a thought.

http://www.prosefights.org/shattuck/auschwitz/shattuck2.htm

is hunner coming?

maybe its more important to know who IS NOT COMING than to know who is coming?

bill

----- Original Message -----

From: swestdal
To: 'bill payne'

Sent: Monday, March 13, 2006 7:16 PM

Subject: RE: hunner and sabers

Glad to oblige you – (858) 453-9671; I look forward to hearing from you.

Best wishes, Stewart

-----Original Message-----

From: bill payne [mailto:bpayne37@comcast.net]

Sent: Monday, March 13, 2006 7:25 PM To: swestdal

Subject: Re: hunner and sabers

send me you phone number

http://www.prosefights.org/shattuck/auschwitz/shattuck2.htm

----- Original Message -----

From: swestdal

To: 'bill payne'

Sent: Monday, March 06, 2006 7:58 PM

Subject: RE: hunner and sabers

Hello Bill; I’ve been following some of the e-mails floating around these past days and am glad to “hear” from you.

I understand that he is coming to the reunion; heck, he’s practically in the back yard of Shattuck! For information sake the ‘phone # I have for him is (952) 474-6594; I do not have an e-mail address.

Thank you for your observation that I wasn’t past of the “In” crowd; I have never been a “groupie” of needed to be around lots of people. I was an only kid and, although I did have some good friends all along I never needed to be “needed”, besides which I was able to amuse myself and took great pleasure in pulling little pranks and seeing others being blamed for my mischief (Luke Eckles got blamed for more than a few of my activities). Why did pranksters normally get busted? They either did something along with someone else or did something alone and bragged about it. In recent years I have “fessed-up” to some of my better “activities” and have a few more to divulge during our reunion. In on second year I decided that, with all the rules and regulations to bend, manipulate or mutilate, I would attempt to break all of them in one way or another; I am sure I succeeded and got “nabbed” for damned few. Did I enjoy my life at Shattuck? You bet!

I look forward to seeing you at the dinner on the 8th. and for the activities in Faribault. I’ll have more stuff in the next letter.

Stewart (or John) the Scribe

Several other reasons I want to attend:

to talk about the class of 1906 who, of course, had their 50th in 1956.

Oil production may have peaked in 2005. 2006 may be the first year of decline of would oil projection.

I want to visit to this marvel of US coal production south of Gillette, WY on the way to Faribault

National Mining Association statistics show that the average household uses 877 kilowatt hours of electricity per month or 29 pounds of 10,199 British thermal unit coal per day. That's more than 5 tons of coal per year.

Despite the slowdowns, mining heavyweights Peabody Energy and Arch Coal led the charge toward a new record of 390.2 million tons from the Campbell County area mines in 2005, up 2.2 percent from 381.5 million tons in 2004.

€ Peabody-owned Rawhide nearly doubled its production from 6.9 million to 12.4 million tons.

€ News-Record estimates show Arch's Black Thunder, which absorbed the North Rochelle mine, increased its production by 12.5 million tons to 87.5 million tons.

€ Peabody's Caballo increased its production by 4.2 million tons to 30.6 million tons in 2005.

€ Belle Ayr was the only other mine with a significant increase, going from 18.7 million tons in 2004 to 19.5 million tons last year.

to see the about 60 per day 100 car coal trains in action.

I want to hear what others speculate the 50th of the class of 2006 will be like.

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