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Thanks for dropping by the site. The links above will probably answer whatever you're asking. If not, email me directly. (Click on "I Wanna Tell Her" for contact info.) I try to answer all my mail-- at least the first time you write. But there's no time to see everything. So here are three tips: Keep it brief! Don't include attachments (links to stories online are fine). Don't copy me on group emails of any kind. And one other big thing-- many thanks for listening!

Everyone seems to ask two questions about this picture:
1. When was it taken? and...
2. Why can't I see the rest of you?

I'll answer them both.
1. Christmas time 1999-- at a play where Val Shively portrayed Scrooge at his church in Upper Darby. (He's sitting next to me on stage, but I cropped him out of it so I could use it as a head shot (so to speak).)
2. You can! Below is a still shot of my husband Jon Cornell and me from my recent wedding (May 23, 2001) in Bennington, VT.

Still not enough information? OK, I'm 5'6", 101 lbs... Jon's 6'2", 175 lbs... and for those of you who don't believe it's really me (yes, I've heard that too)... you can check out the entire wedding video so you'll hear me as well as see me (and get to listen to "Forever", see the sunset over Lake Champlain, and view the service-- all in about 5 minutes). You'll also get to see mystreamingserver.com in action (my online streaming sideline) and you'll discover I know absolutely nothing about processing video. When time permits, I'll redo it, but for now it's... well, it's there. Just click here.

Here I am at Lake Memphramagog. Agog is the best way to describe me after learning that the land behind me (across the Lake) is Canada. Do you see any border patrol? (Heck do you see anything at all? Well if you could, you wouldn't.) Swim to a foreign country. Take a short canoe ride, or for the ambitious, walk around the darn thing. Welcome to Canada. Actually there is a sign you see if you're in a boat-- it says report to customs and has an arrow-- the honor system, I suppose. And in fairness there is at least one manned spot I saw, complete with guard if you're traveling during certain hours. How secure I feel. Cold too, actually as this is Vermont around Labor Day. If I knew Jon was gonna take a picture, I would have at least worn better clothes.

Here's North Myrtle Beach. There used to be a sign that said "Home of Vanna White'. Didn't see that this time, but was impressed with this water tower proclaiming "Home of the shag". Ahh, beach music. Back in the day, when North Myrtle beach was unincorporated and just the northern end of Myrtle Beach's Grand Strand, the area was known as OD (for Ocean Drive). Most of the clubs are long gone, but this incarnation of Fat Harold's is dedicated to the good stuff (as you can see on the sign proclaiming "Home of Old Beach Music"). An old beach music fan (me) is pictured in front of it. Again another day of sloppy clothes. .. (I should have coordinated my wardrobe with Jon's plans for picture taking!)

Quebec City is above. The castle-like building is the Frontenac. (More impressive at night than during the day, by the way.) The picture to its right was taken not far from it (which is why I know the hotel doesn't show up well during the day-- the car looked better-- a good thing as it fulfills a promise of mine to put a picture of the latest addition to our fleet, a Cadillac, online.) Here it is, in it's 1986 Fleetwood radiance. The blond in front of it (that you can barely discern) is me. (We switched cars mid trip, taking the Miata to South Carolina so we could enjoy the ride with the top down. The Z28 stayed home, giving it a much needed mileage rest as that's my full time ride.)