From:	Ed Matuskey <MATUSKEY@***.EDU>
Subject:	I'm not dead or anything!
Date:	Fri, 6 Aug 1993 15:40:55 -0700

>>>>>[Highlander here. Sorry for losing touch like that; I've needed some
time to myself the past few days. I think I'm finally feeling a little more
at peace with myself. I don't think I'll ever forgive myself for Spectre's
death, but he would kill me if he saw me moping around about it. So, I'm
going to have a wee bit of a wake tonight (yes, I know it's an Irish custom,
but even they have a good idea sometime). I was thinking of inviting people
who had known him, but, besides the fact that a lot of them are out of town
(or soon to be, Paris, eh Cerise? No accounting for taste...), I don't think
I could face any of them. So, I'm going to break out a bottle of OLD scotch,
and say my farewells. Then, after picking myself up off the floor the next
morning, I'll see about getting back into things. Until then....]<<<<<
-- Highlander (15:34:32/8-6-54)

>>>>>[Sierra, are you all right, lassie? I hope things start looking up
soon.
Norman, take good care of her (I'm sure you don't need ME telling you that, but
I had to say it anyway). You take care of you, to, lassie. Hope to see you
soon.]<<<<<
-- Highlander (15:36:13/8-6-54)

>>>>>[Mr. Lowe: I hate spiders, I always have. And I'm not to crazy about
any other insects, either. But thank you. I owe you, along with everyone
else, big time. If you ever need a favor, laddie, just ask. The same
holds true for everyone who helped me out of this mess. Thank you. If you
need something from me, just name it.]<<<<<
-- Highlander (15:38:54/8-6-54)