Hi! Work is not going well at all. That's part of the reason for the resurgence of the email list. I'm just not comfortable writing the truth on my website and that bothers me. I have always made a point of finding and stating the facts as I know them to be. Now that may lead me down a road that I am unwilling to take. Last Friday, I was working late. I had explained to my boss that I would put a few papers in his office and then lock up for the weekend. While in there I was distracted for a few minutes and a coworker seems to have assumed that I was looking through company secrets. That was not the case at all. I was merely distracted by a single folder. Unfortunately, the worst possible employee to walk in on me did just that. Of course she ran straight to Marcus and told him. So now I have "problems with authority" and a "troubling attitude" that is "distracting me from my duties." Now does that sound like me? He did have some valid points when he called me into his office. One of which was to watch what I write on my website. It's not unheard of for people to lose their jobs based on what they say online. So, here we are, back to the days of email. At least for now. My life is only slightly better. I feel as though I'm haunted by memories of days gone by. I'm terribly concerned about a good friend from my past. He seems to be missing and though I've not spoken to him in years, I've tried to reach him with absolutely no success. If one didn't know better, it would almost be as if he never existed. What would make a person go into hiding like that? And with his ex-wife? They were on good terms for the sake of their son, but it was just for his sake. I always believed that he just needed to get away from it all. Now I know otherwise and yet I know nothing. I'm so worried. My hobby is as confusing as ever, so at least that hasn't changed. I've found a number of instances that seem to be based on biblical plagues. I believe that they are part of an elaborate hoax, but it seems just too elaborate to be one. I've put a few of them up on my site under current research and I'll add a few more shortly. There just has to be a logical explanation to them and I will figure out just what that is. If you have any ideas about them, I would love to hear your theories. Feel free to send them my way, you know the address. Beth/emc2 PS: I received the following letter last week. I have been meaning to get it scanned and uploaded on to my website, but haven't had the time. She really would like to gain some understanding in hopes of receiving some compensation from her insurance company. I am at a loss of what to tell her; perhaps her letter may trigger something with one of you. Dear Ms. McConnell, Mrs. Rockwell down the road said that you might be interested in hearing my story and that you might know someone that could help us. It's been quite a mess and I'm just sick over it. On October 6, I was cleaning up the lunch dishes and noticed the sky going green outside the kitchen window. They always say the sky goes green before a tornado and I wanted to call Mr. Ross inside. Now it struck me as odd then because it was a beautiful day but you can never be too safe about such things. So I hustled outside and called for him but he couldn't hear me so I ran right after him. The next thing I know, a loud crash scared the fright right out of me and I couldn't move. Mr. Ross came running and helped me back up to my feet and when I turned back around, the house was in a pile on the ground. Now I know that it had to have been an earthquake. Houses don't just fall apart like that and the insurance man said that he talked to the weather service and that there wasn't a tornado, which I could have told him. He also said that it wasn't an earthquake as nothing else was destroyed, not even the chicken coops just down from where I was standing. I don't know how these earthquakes work, but there is just no other possibility. He also said that the only thing that could account for this happened at suppertime and about 2 miles down the road which just happens to be where Ms. Anne's goat barn collapsed. But I know that it was just after lunch because Mr. Ross always does the back field at 2, you can set your watch to it, and I could see him working on getting there. Well now the man is telling me that the insurance won't pay us for anything. And really, it's not the money. I lost my mother's china. It was her mother's and her mother's before her. Nothing can replace that. But it sure would be nice to have them help us pay to have a new house built. That's why we pay this insurance and it's not cheap. I really do hope that Mrs. Rockwell was right and that you'd be able to explain this for the insurance man or point me to someone that can. As I told you, I'm just sick over this. Thank you kindly, Margaret Ross