This reminds me of a news story from a few years back
about a British student who had been appointed Poet
Laureate to a group of 33 South Pacific islands know as
the Republic of Kiribati.  The student read about the
islands in a magazine in his dentist's waiting room,
but had never visited them.  He nevertheless wrote to
the government, and sent them a poem, seeking a
position.  He was astonished when the government wrote
back with the Poet laureate offer, which he accepted.
The government informed him that his pay woulod be
nominal, but that they would build a hut for him upon
his arrival.  The student, Daniel Wilson, said,
"Nothing will keep me from going there."

Here's the poem that won him the position of Poet
Laureate:

I'd like to live in Kiribati
I feel it is the country for me
Writing poems for all the people
Underneath a coconut tree.

Happy friday...and never underestimate the value of
just giving it a shot.
steve

Alan Bosch wrote:
>
> Darrell wrote:
> <<<snip>>> There once was a man, bought a vanagon
> People said it became a shananagon
> 'Cause he stayed up all night
> Posting questions 'till light
> On a website veedub went and banned again<<<snip>>>
>
> Just imagine, we're here to witness such greatness... :o)
>
> Alan Bosch
> & Phred ('88 Wolfsburg)