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I'm back!
Back online at home with a brand new hard drive and Windows XP (yes, a legal, purchased copy), thanks to Scott. Lots to do, lots to figure out. Trying to salvage Teri's old email and addresses from Outlook Express (not easy). Managed to easily recover all my old email and addresses, since I use Agent. Reinstalling my old games. So much to do.
We had a great vacation up in Maine; Sebastian got his first ride on a steam engine at the Boothbay Railway Village. There was a small "steam car" following the engine on the tracks, and to my amazement it had "Edaville" written on the hood! If you don't know what Edaville is (and if you're not from New England, you probably don't), it was a...there's no simple explanation. It was a place where families could go and look at and ride on steam engines, on tracks that went through woods and past cranberry bogs. The magic of the experience was enhanced by painted figures and tableaux which were dotted here and there, some half-hidden, in the woods and in clearings. At Christmastime the experience was indescribable.
We had a great vacation up in Maine; Sebastian got his first ride on a steam engine at the Boothbay Railway Village. There was a small "steam car" following the engine on the tracks, and to my amazement it had "Edaville" written on the hood! If you don't know what Edaville is (and if you're not from New England, you probably don't), it was a...there's no simple explanation. It was a place where families could go and look at and ride on steam engines, on tracks that went through woods and past cranberry bogs. The magic of the experience was enhanced by painted figures and tableaux which were dotted here and there, some half-hidden, in the woods and in clearings. At Christmastime the experience was indescribable.