Message-ID: <9779467.1075853411086.JavaMail.evans@thyme> Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2001 04:49:00 -0700 (PDT) From: elizabeth.sager@enron.com To: christian.yoder@enron.com Subject: Re: Notice of flare up of Civil War imagery Cc: genia.fitzgerald@enron.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Bcc: genia.fitzgerald@enron.com X-From: Elizabeth Sager X-To: Christian Yoder X-cc: Genia FitzGerald X-bcc: X-Folder: \Elizabeth_Sager_Nov2001\Notes Folders\All documents X-Origin: Sager-E X-FileName: esager.nsf One hundred and forty two hours ago, I wandered into the Houston Casino, not really sure why other than a free floating anxiety that could only be appeased by attending to the ministerial tasks in life that so frequently make us forget how good life is. So after a rousing game of tennis on Friday morning while my children were frolicking with Dede's 3 children at the Houston Country Club, I tackled my desk and made head way to no where. After trashing 457 emails, I opened the the 458th. And then it came to me. An epic. A history. A sense of time, commitment and value. A place where my roots are (as you all know, my mom and dad are buried in a family graveyard 200 feet from the only barn not burned in the Shenandoah valley during the Civil War and which was used a Yankee hospital). And of course there is the hope of sustaining energy to cope with this lackluster, stressful career in the Casino. And the Gods must have seen this coming too. Being meager and always wanting to commit small, I sought only volume 1 of the opus. Not to be found. Plenty of volume 2s and 3s but not a volume 1 to be found. Other than in the sole, 3 volume set, neatly packages in the box, high up on a lonely shelf. I knew I was on the right track when the person behind me tried to grab it out of my hands. I fought and won. I'm now on page 32 having met Jefferson Davis and Dear Abe. At this rate I'll be finished in about 4 years, a true history of the war. May Shelby be with us all providing sustaining ....... es Christian Yoder 04/16/2001 11:12 AM To: Genia FitzGerald/HOU/ECT@ECT cc: Elizabeth Sager/HOU/ECT@ECT Subject: Re: Notice of flare up of Civil War imagery I'm sure there's a scholar out there who has already published that big magnum opus on "Dogs in the Civil War." However, Shelby Foote doesn't mention a single dog in his work and so the topic hasn't entered my imagination. Your name is Patrick Cleburne. I'm sorry about the gender thing, but your spirit and behavior is the same as his and you're going to have to go through this reading cycle bearing my comments about his behavior. I'll try to work in some dog analogies if I can. Cleburne was a German Shepherd if there ever was one. I would have hated to be across that line looking at his formation over there. ----cgy From: Genia FitzGerald on 04/16/2001 07:43 AM CDT To: Christian Yoder/HOU/ECT@ECT cc: Elizabeth Sager/HOU/ECT@ECT Subject: Re: Notice of flare up of Civil War imagery Christian, Isn't there some canine hero/heroine that is mentioned in one of the history books? I would prefer waging the battle as a four-legged soldier, North or South it doesn't matter, we are here just to serve our Masters. Awaiting my name Christian Yoder 04/12/2001 05:37 PM To: Elizabeth Sager/HOU/ECT@ECT, Genia FitzGerald/HOU/ECT@ECT cc: Subject: Notice of flare up of Civil War imagery One hundred and forty two years ago today, the great great great grandfather of Stacy Dickson, a guy named Edmond Ruffin, when other sober minded men held back, stepped up to touch a burning torch to a big cannon pointed across the Charleston harbor at Fort Sumter and touched off the great Civil War. His rash temper caused him to play directly into Lincoln's hand and forever after it would be said: "The South started the war." On this anniversary day, Clyde Durham, itinerant journeyman energy attorney, touches off his third consecutive reading of Shelby Foote's great American Iliad about that war, this reading giving him more sustaining energy to cope with his lacklustre, stressful career in the Casino than any other theraputic activity he has yet found. The Civil War imagery and analogies will be flowing soon. I see Elizabeth as a daughter of old Virginia with the Sager homestead right there in the Valley where much of the action took place. I'm not sure where your folks would have fit in Genia, but you will soon be assigned the proxy name I can't think of at the moment, the Irish warrior who fought for the South. Unfortunately I am on the North side. I hope this won't cause serious professional difficulties for us as we wade through the epic battles and their respective corporate analogies. ----cgy