The brakes on ice are the sound of a firing squad's machine guns as I am sliding to a full stop inches away from the end of the winter road; while the animal gets crushed like snow beneath my tires; and how was I to have guessed? Whether I am the heavy machine or I am the most fragile sheet of ice there is always capacity to kill the only real wheel we can grasp is what we do with the responsibility. -e. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
