A Christmas Bonfire Tall Tale:


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From: Charlie Carroll[SMTP:trees@ici.net]
Sent: Wednesday, October 17, 2001 10:02 AM
To: Troop58
Subject: Fundraising selling Christmas trees

Fundraising selling Christmas trees

Has your Boy Scout Troop ever considered selling Christmas trees? We
are growers and distributors of fresh cut Nova Scotia Balsam Fir trees. All trees
are shipped by UPS, refrigerated truck, cargo plane or container ship to any
location on Earth.


----- Original Message -----
From: "William D. Wyatt, P.E."
To: "Rich Bucsko (E-mail)" "Bart Knight(E-mail)" "Greg Foster (E-mail)""Brian Tarbox (E-mail)" "Ralph Hutchinson(E-mail)"
Sent: Wednesday, October 17, 2001 11:54 AM
Subject: FW: Fundraising selling Christmas trees

Here's an offer - anyone think we should pursue it?

Here's another thought:
We collect **used** Christmas trees (after Christmas)
Free drop-off an NY Historical Society Building.
We'll have one HUGE bonfire for the winter campout.....


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From: Rich Bucsko
Sent: Wednesday, October 17, 2001 12:15 PM
To: wdwyatt
Subject: Re: Fundraising selling Christmas trees

Selling trees is like having a booth at the Fair, manning at unglamorous hours falls to a few unlucky individuals.

Burning tress, on the other hand, has a certain ecological, noble, warmth to it.
RICH


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From: Wyatt, William D.
Sent: Wednesday, October 17, 2001 12:49 PM
To: 'Rich Bucsko'
Subject: RE: Fundraising selling Christmas trees

yeah, imagine... the soft, warm glow of the Town of North Yarmouth by the fire...


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From: Rich Bucsko
Sent: Wednesday, October 17, 2001 1:49 PM
To: wdwyatt
Subject: Re: Fundraising selling Christmas trees

... the first-year scouts scrambled toward the Historical Society building as the rapidly melting snow washed through their winter snow shelters.
Flames from the nearly 125 foot tall pyre leapt toward Orion. The intense heat from the blaze melted the bumpers and windshields of the cars parked on Route 9. Bill Wyatt stood in the hoary orange glow of the fire and looked smugly satisfied...


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From: Wyatt, William D.
Sent: Wednesday, October 17, 2001 4:57 PM
To: 'Rich Bucsko'; 'Cindy Foster (E-mail)'
Subject: Christmas Bonfire Tall Tale...

As seen from a distance, the soft organge glow became incandescent yellow, and then brighter still. As the roosters on neighboring farms began to crow at a dawn like no other, in the midst of a sudden springtime the likes of which had never before been seen, the bears from neighboring woods began to stir.

Magnetic alloys and ores, along with fire, have been an interesting novel to mankind since long before the ice ages. Early man also learned that if these materials becom too warm, they lose the directive properties we hold so dear - much as the stove-pipe magnet falls to the floor when the fire inside rages a bit too hot. Now, it seemed, the Earth, itself a huge magnet, was warming up a bit...

[Cindy or Greg - care to take a turn ?]


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From: Gregory Foster
Sent: Thursday, October 18, 2001 8:06 AM
To: wdwyatt; rbucsko
Cc: cindy_foster
Subject: Re: Christmas Bonfire Tall Tale...

Indeed the blaze was so high it was seen on the banks of the Saint Croix by 4 roaming citizens of St Stevens Canada who were out on their ATV's sucking on a cold one--and the leader said in his clear high pitched voice-"it reminds me of the time them yanks were here with the canoes last year and dang near burned down the forest with their chimney fire-scared all the critters who thought it was daylight, and that yank who had to put on his sunglasses, it burned so bright---must be the same guy"


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From: Rich Bucsko
Sent: Thursday, October 18, 2001 7:27 AM
To: wdwyatt
Cc: Foster, Gregory; Foster, Cindy
Subject: Re: Christmas Bonfire Tall Tale...

Commander Glenn maneuvered the capsules trim thrusters to better see the earth through the window at his right elbow. The crew had been lucky the mission started when it did. They were already on their way to work on the disassembly of the abandoned Russian space station when the fire started in a field near Portland, Maine. Looking through the window, Glenn could see the orange glow from the entire eastern seaboard of the United States. The fire had been ragging for weeks. The command center in Houston had told him a bumbling Boy Scout leader had been burning Christmas trees when...


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From: Rich Bucsko
Sent: Thursday, October 18, 2001 8:52 AM
To: Foster, Gregory; Foster, Cindy; a - Wyatt, Bill - home
Subject: Merex Explorer

The Merex Explorer could do remarkable things. Duwan, the chief operator of the Merex, had been doing these archeological surveys of the uninhabited planets in quadrant 6 of this solar system for 17 years. The Merex was like a giant "flying saucer" that hovered 3 feet above the surface of the planet with various scanners that could probe many meters beneath the surface. The resultant data was transmitted back to the mother ship, and Duwan had real-time holographic projection of 10 cubic meters of the planets surface in his control area. He could walk around and through the image thereby looking at everything buried in the soil.

This planet had been called Earth by it's last inhabitants. It's end had come early in the 21st century. Huge fires...


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From: Gregory Foster
Sent: Thursday, October 18, 2001 8:49 AM
To: wdwyatt; cindy_foster; rbucsko
Subject: Re: Merex Explorer

Strange--I had heard it was from smothering by the very large layer of sooty ash which enveloped the earth, much like St Helena or Vesuvious so many years ago--yes, archeologists thought it was volcanic eruptioin but the later evidence did indeed find the cause-a partially fossilized partially burned evergreen tree next to the charred skeletal remains of what appeared to be a human being, which fossil later became known as willimus wyattus firatius.


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From: Wyatt, William D.
Sent: Thursday, October 18, 2001 8:54 AM
To: 'Foster, Gregory'; 'Foster, Cindy'; 'a - Wyatt, Bill - home'
Subject: RE: Merex Explorer

Suddenly, from one of the Holograms, leaping around a carbonized rock formation, a haggard, smokey-eyed individal wearing a strange brown spacesuit covered in Splatters of colored dye "Tagged" the inter-stellar explorer Duwan, shouting "You're Out!!"