The End of the Millennium 

 So I was back from France, flat broke. But I took some more

time and finished a rough draft of this project. What a relief

to finally be done, I can always dream. But it was back to work

and try to get out of the huge rut I was in. I was thinking

how much money I could have made just on that Y2K crap that was

all the rage. This had nothing to do with anything that my 

teacher had said, it was simply my understanding of computer

programming. A few simple strategies would have easily dealt

with the problem, but Bullshit is King with Ignorance his Queen,

in the world. But I was back to work waiting for the next bomb

to fall.

 As December approached I was feeling the heat to write the Pope

a letter. I was thinking that my formal contact with the church

in April would fulfill the prophecy that ... , I'm not even sure

what. Sister Lucia the living saint, who is the last of the 3

children seers of Fatima, or Conchita from Garabandal  I'm not

sure yet, which one had said in an interview, on TV, that

something would happen in 99 that only she and the pope knew. I

am saying that it is that I would come forth, or stumble forth as

the case may be. As Christmas was approaching the pressure was

growing immensely, and I was resisting. But like usual I did what 

They wanted and wrote a letter and sent a copy of a chapter of 

mine titled 19, about the 19th chapter in Revelation's. I 

wandered around the Vatican Website until I found a fax number. 

I think it was for journalist's requesting special permission for 

work at the Vatican. I sent the fax on Christmas Eve. It must 

have gotten through because right after the New Year My Pastor 

was summoned to Rome, more on that later.

 Well that was it I was burned out, fed up, and glad to see the

Millennium over. The last few days were uneventful. I said my 

prayers early on New Years Eve and went to a friends house up

in the mountains who was having a kegger and watched some 

fireworks that some other folks had brought up. I brought up the 

bottle of Champagne from my birthday in Seattle in 95. A fitting 

way to end the strangest decade in my life. Fortunately while 

many people there had heard something about the crazy things I 

had done that summer no one asked any questions and I surely 

wasn't going to bring up the subject. So as the embers of the 

fire faded, a new Millennium was beginning and what laid ahead, 

frankly at that moment, I really didn't care, I just went inside 

and took a nap until daybreak, and went home and let the dog out.

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