I must admit I find this cloak & dagger aspect of the game
intriguing, but only if a small percentage of letterboxers practice
it. If nobody exchanged, I guess it would be intriguing if a few did.
In Texas, we have a letterboxer with a similar persuasion, only
instead of being a famous letterboxer with an unidentified personal
stamp, this person was an unknown letterboxer with a known personal
stamp and trail name. This was possible since they stamped into
boxes all over TX, but did not belong to any List or have any boxes
placed, so could remain under the radar. Now there are many people
that fit this description, but this person was unique because they
were almost always first finder of any box, no matter what part of
the state, obviously willing to drive many miles at the drop of a
hat. It became quite an obsession with us on the TX Talklist to meet
this mystery letterboxer, to the point we even set boxes out as
bait. It was bittersweet when we finally "caught" this boxer;
exciting & pleasurable to meet such an interesting person, but a
little sad that the mystery was over.
Silver Eagle
> I don't exchange at all. The personal stamp is to remain secret.
>
> I do have a non-personal, non-traveler, non-anything that I
> will use for exchanges when it is less of a hassle to use that
> than explain my opinion on this to the other person :)
>
> Cheers
> Randy
>
how about this question - Secret Identity
13 messages in this thread |
Started on 2007-09-20
Re: how about this question - Secret Identity
From: Silver Eagle (sileagle@alltel.net) |
Date: 2007-09-20 14:53:54 UTC
Re: how about this question - Secret Identity
From: mark4boxers (mark4boxers@yahoo.com) |
Date: 2007-09-20 15:14:47 UTC
> It was bittersweet when we finally "caught" this boxer;
> exciting & pleasurable to meet such an interesting person, but a
> little sad that the mystery was over.
>
> Silver Eagle
Great story (except the bittersweet end!) Did anyone in the boxing
community know this person before his secret identity was "outed". I
wish I could race all over the state (and I would have considerably
less ground to cover than in Texas!) for a box. Maybe that's what I'll
do once my children run off to college? Oh, the places I could
go...the people I could meet...and the stories my children could tell
about their crazy mom... ;)
mark4
RE: [LbNA] Re: how about this question - Secret Identity
From: RIFamily (RIFamily@cox.net) |
Date: 2007-09-20 15:40:32 UTC-04:00
Silver Eagle, that is a great story. So how was it that the person was
able to often be the first find at all end of the huge state of Texas? And
how was the boxer "caught"?
RIFamily
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able to often be the first find at all end of the huge state of Texas? And
how was the boxer "caught"?
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Re: [LbNA] Re: how about this question - Secret Identity
From: Barefoot Lucy (barefootlucy@gmail.com) |
Date: 2007-09-20 15:32:18 UTC-05:00
Another Texas boxer here to chime in!
Nobody knew him at all, and in fact, no one still REALLY knows him! You
know how you eventually learn boxer's real names as well as their trail
names over time? And you pretty much know at the very least where they are
from? Two years down the road, and no one still knows his real name, or
even what town he actually resides in. We know his profession (he's a
semi-retired attorney) and a few details about his personal life (he has
dogs, loves high school football, has family around the state). We know
what he drives (a cranberry colored PT cruiser) - which I guess is the only
real bona fide fact we know about the man, and that because it is the car he
drives to gatherings. He is entirely charming and gentlemanly, eloquent,
and a pleasure to spend time with. The kids love him and he is a total
cootie magnet, which he doesn't seem to mind at all.
He taunts us by doing things like leaving boxes in people's front yards(this
may sound a little freakish, but he had made arrangements with the other
boxer to return a box to yet another boxer through her, and he made the
hand-off quite simple by planting it and then emailing her the clues, which
led her to her own front yard), and yet we can't even determine the county
he lives in so we could leave a box.
How did we finally bust him? Well - it was only because he let us bust
him! I hosted a small gathering a couple of years ago and to make life
easier, my family camped out at the gathering site. The purpose of the
gathering was to plant up a boxless area, so in the spirit of the event
everyone planned to bring and leave a box. Because it was small, we planned
to host the gathering in our campsite, so we posted on the local list where
we would be found. When I got up on Saturday morning, there was a camo'd
letter-sized envelope on our picnic table with handwriting I recognized even
without my contacts in - it was from him!!! I scrambled to put my lenses in
and read the note. It told us to open the envelope at 3:00 p.m. - the time
the gathering was to begin. My son and I worried ourselves to death over
that envelope all day, and my husband reminded us periodically that the
first point of the Scout Law is "A Scout is Trustworthy...", something we
really wanted to forget that day. Finally, we put it up and out of sight
and went to plant our own box. When we returned to our site, folks were
starting to show up, so I showed them the envelope and we all counted down
to 3:00. At the designated time, we opened the envelope and there they were
- copies of carefully written, perfectly unintelligible clues! He had left
us a box, but in cipher! And worse, they were in the same cipher we had
been trying to solve for months to figure out what it was his sig stamp said
(Randy would LOVE this guy). And of course, there were instructions that
told us to have fun and enjoy finding his first box, and if we got stumped,
to open the second envelope, which was enclosed in the larger envelope.
Well you can imagine that he set the tone for the whole gathering. Rather
than the mad rush of exchanges and dashing off to find other boxes and
stuffing ourselves to the gills, we all (even the LSS's) sat around my
campsite with a clue sheet in our hands trying to figure out whatever he
could be trying to tell us. You would have to know the particular group of
folks that were there (Puddle Splasher and Viewfinder, Ruby Tuesday and
Stillwater, Catpawz (1 and 2), Lena, Cummins Clan, Delivery Girl, Fearless
Fox and Lightning and me), but there wasn't a soul that was about to ask for
the extra help! We had all been working tirelessly to solve his signature
stamp and we sure weren't giving up on this.
Finally, we reluctantly decided it wasn't a box for us to get that day, and
everyone wandered off to find the other boxes that had been planted before
the gathering. By just before dark, everyone had reluctantly found their
way home.
Just as it was almost too dark to see, a figure approached the edge of our
campsite and asked why we weren't at the party. It took me a minute to
understand what he meant, and then to realize who he was. I jumped up and
introduced myself to him and invited him to come sit at our table with us -
it was HIM! He said he knew no one found his box, but he also knew that no
one had used the extra help either. He explained that we were all die-hards
and refused to use the help. He asked me to open the envelope then, so I
did. It said "If you have opened this envelope, you must be having
difficulty solving the clue. Go to the cranberry-colored PT cruiser and ask
for help" He had been waiting for us! OH NO!
Despite the fact that we ruined his surprise by our stubbornness (and by the
same token, I daresay he wouldn't assume we would give in again!), he sat
with us and helped us noodle through that clue while very patiently
answering questions about himself. Fearless Fox felt the need to
periodically call Lightning and I off for a bit to give the man some peace,
but I think he enjoyed the attention! Once he saw we were well on our way
to having it solved (it proved to be helpful that Fearless Fox had a
particular skill that very few people have), he left us.
We did indeed solve it and claim it that night. But to give a measure of
letterboxers: Ruby and Stillwater, Catpawz (1 and 2), and Puddle Splasher
and Viewfinder all returned the next morning bright and early having stayed
up until the wee hours to figure it out themselves and the others claimed it
not too long afterward. Now THEY figured it out without the help of the
author AND they all drove back 40 or more miles to claim the box after
having been in the area the day before for the gathering!
--
Barefoot Lucy
"It's not about footwear, it's about philosophy"
[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
Nobody knew him at all, and in fact, no one still REALLY knows him! You
know how you eventually learn boxer's real names as well as their trail
names over time? And you pretty much know at the very least where they are
from? Two years down the road, and no one still knows his real name, or
even what town he actually resides in. We know his profession (he's a
semi-retired attorney) and a few details about his personal life (he has
dogs, loves high school football, has family around the state). We know
what he drives (a cranberry colored PT cruiser) - which I guess is the only
real bona fide fact we know about the man, and that because it is the car he
drives to gatherings. He is entirely charming and gentlemanly, eloquent,
and a pleasure to spend time with. The kids love him and he is a total
cootie magnet, which he doesn't seem to mind at all.
He taunts us by doing things like leaving boxes in people's front yards(this
may sound a little freakish, but he had made arrangements with the other
boxer to return a box to yet another boxer through her, and he made the
hand-off quite simple by planting it and then emailing her the clues, which
led her to her own front yard), and yet we can't even determine the county
he lives in so we could leave a box.
How did we finally bust him? Well - it was only because he let us bust
him! I hosted a small gathering a couple of years ago and to make life
easier, my family camped out at the gathering site. The purpose of the
gathering was to plant up a boxless area, so in the spirit of the event
everyone planned to bring and leave a box. Because it was small, we planned
to host the gathering in our campsite, so we posted on the local list where
we would be found. When I got up on Saturday morning, there was a camo'd
letter-sized envelope on our picnic table with handwriting I recognized even
without my contacts in - it was from him!!! I scrambled to put my lenses in
and read the note. It told us to open the envelope at 3:00 p.m. - the time
the gathering was to begin. My son and I worried ourselves to death over
that envelope all day, and my husband reminded us periodically that the
first point of the Scout Law is "A Scout is Trustworthy...", something we
really wanted to forget that day. Finally, we put it up and out of sight
and went to plant our own box. When we returned to our site, folks were
starting to show up, so I showed them the envelope and we all counted down
to 3:00. At the designated time, we opened the envelope and there they were
- copies of carefully written, perfectly unintelligible clues! He had left
us a box, but in cipher! And worse, they were in the same cipher we had
been trying to solve for months to figure out what it was his sig stamp said
(Randy would LOVE this guy). And of course, there were instructions that
told us to have fun and enjoy finding his first box, and if we got stumped,
to open the second envelope, which was enclosed in the larger envelope.
Well you can imagine that he set the tone for the whole gathering. Rather
than the mad rush of exchanges and dashing off to find other boxes and
stuffing ourselves to the gills, we all (even the LSS's) sat around my
campsite with a clue sheet in our hands trying to figure out whatever he
could be trying to tell us. You would have to know the particular group of
folks that were there (Puddle Splasher and Viewfinder, Ruby Tuesday and
Stillwater, Catpawz (1 and 2), Lena, Cummins Clan, Delivery Girl, Fearless
Fox and Lightning and me), but there wasn't a soul that was about to ask for
the extra help! We had all been working tirelessly to solve his signature
stamp and we sure weren't giving up on this.
Finally, we reluctantly decided it wasn't a box for us to get that day, and
everyone wandered off to find the other boxes that had been planted before
the gathering. By just before dark, everyone had reluctantly found their
way home.
Just as it was almost too dark to see, a figure approached the edge of our
campsite and asked why we weren't at the party. It took me a minute to
understand what he meant, and then to realize who he was. I jumped up and
introduced myself to him and invited him to come sit at our table with us -
it was HIM! He said he knew no one found his box, but he also knew that no
one had used the extra help either. He explained that we were all die-hards
and refused to use the help. He asked me to open the envelope then, so I
did. It said "If you have opened this envelope, you must be having
difficulty solving the clue. Go to the cranberry-colored PT cruiser and ask
for help" He had been waiting for us! OH NO!
Despite the fact that we ruined his surprise by our stubbornness (and by the
same token, I daresay he wouldn't assume we would give in again!), he sat
with us and helped us noodle through that clue while very patiently
answering questions about himself. Fearless Fox felt the need to
periodically call Lightning and I off for a bit to give the man some peace,
but I think he enjoyed the attention! Once he saw we were well on our way
to having it solved (it proved to be helpful that Fearless Fox had a
particular skill that very few people have), he left us.
We did indeed solve it and claim it that night. But to give a measure of
letterboxers: Ruby and Stillwater, Catpawz (1 and 2), and Puddle Splasher
and Viewfinder all returned the next morning bright and early having stayed
up until the wee hours to figure it out themselves and the others claimed it
not too long afterward. Now THEY figured it out without the help of the
author AND they all drove back 40 or more miles to claim the box after
having been in the area the day before for the gathering!
--
Barefoot Lucy
"It's not about footwear, it's about philosophy"
[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
Re: [LbNA] Re: how about this question - Secret Identity
From: Barefoot Lucy (barefootlucy@gmail.com) |
Date: 2007-09-20 15:39:19 UTC-05:00
On 9/20/07, Barefoot Lucy wrote:
"He explained that we were all die-hards and refused to use the help..."
******************Should be "I explained that we were all die-hards
--
Barefoot Lucy
"It's not about footwear, it's about philosophy"
[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
"He explained that we were all die-hards and refused to use the help..."
******************Should be "I explained that we were all die-hards
--
Barefoot Lucy
"It's not about footwear, it's about philosophy"
[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
Re: [LbNA] Re: how about this question - Secret Identity
From: (letterbox@comcast.net) |
Date: 2007-09-20 20:47:37 UTC
Oh what a great story Lucy! What fun!!! That is the stuff I wish we'd see more of in this game!
Thanks for sharing that.
SpringChick
From: "Barefoot Lucy"
>
> Nobody knew him at all, and in fact, no one still REALLY knows him!
[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
Thanks for sharing that.
SpringChick
From: "Barefoot Lucy"
>
> Nobody knew him at all, and in fact, no one still REALLY knows him!
[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
Re: [LbNA] Re: how about this question - Secret Identity
From: Maribeth Jagger (cjagger405@earthlink.net) |
Date: 2007-09-20 15:50:42 UTC-05:00
Ah.... you bring up good memories. One interesting note, this particular letterboxer is still quite often the first finder on many boxes in Texas, even though letterboxing has grown to the point that being a first finder for a box in most areas of Texas is quite a challenge.
Puddle Splasher
----- Original Message -----
From: Barefoot Lucy
To: letterbox-usa@yahoogroups.com
Sent: 9/20/2007 3:33:02 PM
Subject: Re: [LbNA] Re: how about this question - Secret Identity
Another Texas boxer here to chime in!
Nobody knew him at all, and in fact, no one still REALLY knows him! You
know how you eventually learn boxer's real names as well as their trail
names over time? And you pretty much know at the very least where they are
from? Two years down the road, and no one still knows his real name, or
even what town he actually resides in. We know his profession (he's a
semi-retired attorney) and a few details about his personal life (he has
dogs, loves high school football, has family around the state). We know
what he drives (a cranberry colored PT cruiser) - which I guess is the only
real bona fide fact we know about the man, and that because it is the car he
drives to gatherings. He is entirely charming and gentlemanly, eloquent,
and a pleasure to spend time with. The kids love him and he is a total
cootie magnet, which he doesn't seem to mind at all.
He taunts us by doing things like leaving boxes in people's front yards(this
may sound a little freakish, but he had made arrangements with the other
boxer to return a box to yet another boxer through her, and he made the
hand-off quite simple by planting it and then emailing her the clues, which
led her to her own front yard), and yet we can't even determine the county
he lives in so we could leave a box.
How did we finally bust him? Well - it was only because he let us bust
him! I hosted a small gathering a couple of years ago and to make life
easier, my family camped out at the gathering site. The purpose of the
gathering was to plant up a boxless area, so in the spirit of the event
everyone planned to bring and leave a box. Because it was small, we planned
to host the gathering in our campsite, so we posted on the local list where
we would be found. When I got up on Saturday morning, there was a camo'd
letter-sized envelope on our picnic table with handwriting I recognized even
without my contacts in - it was from him!!! I scrambled to put my lenses in
and read the note. It told us to open the envelope at 3:00 p.m. - the time
the gathering was to begin. My son and I worried ourselves to death over
that envelope all day, and my husband reminded us periodically that the
first point of the Scout Law is "A Scout is Trustworthy...", something we
really wanted to forget that day. Finally, we put it up and out of sight
and went to plant our own box. When we returned to our site, folks were
starting to show up, so I showed them the envelope and we all counted down
to 3:00. At the designated time, we opened the envelope and there they were
- copies of carefully written, perfectly unintelligible clues! He had left
us a box, but in cipher! And worse, they were in the same cipher we had
been trying to solve for months to figure out what it was his sig stamp said
(Randy would LOVE this guy). And of course, there were instructions that
told us to have fun and enjoy finding his first box, and if we got stumped,
to open the second envelope, which was enclosed in the larger envelope.
Well you can imagine that he set the tone for the whole gathering. Rather
than the mad rush of exchanges and dashing off to find other boxes and
stuffing ourselves to the gills, we all (even the LSS's) sat around my
campsite with a clue sheet in our hands trying to figure out whatever he
could be trying to tell us. You would have to know the particular group of
folks that were there (Puddle Splasher and Viewfinder, Ruby Tuesday and
Stillwater, Catpawz (1 and 2), Lena, Cummins Clan, Delivery Girl, Fearless
Fox and Lightning and me), but there wasn't a soul that was about to ask for
the extra help! We had all been working tirelessly to solve his signature
stamp and we sure weren't giving up on this.
Finally, we reluctantly decided it wasn't a box for us to get that day, and
everyone wandered off to find the other boxes that had been planted before
the gathering. By just before dark, everyone had reluctantly found their
way home.
Just as it was almost too dark to see, a figure approached the edge of our
campsite and asked why we weren't at the party. It took me a minute to
understand what he meant, and then to realize who he was. I jumped up and
introduced myself to him and invited him to come sit at our table with us -
it was HIM! He said he knew no one found his box, but he also knew that no
one had used the extra help either. He explained that we were all die-hards
and refused to use the help. He asked me to open the envelope then, so I
did. It said "If you have opened this envelope, you must be having
difficulty solving the clue. Go to the cranberry-colored PT cruiser and ask
for help" He had been waiting for us! OH NO!
Despite the fact that we ruined his surprise by our stubbornness (and by the
same token, I daresay he wouldn't assume we would give in again!), he sat
with us and helped us noodle through that clue while very patiently
answering questions about himself. Fearless Fox felt the need to
periodically call Lightning and I off for a bit to give the man some peace,
but I think he enjoyed the attention! Once he saw we were well on our way
to having it solved (it proved to be helpful that Fearless Fox had a
particular skill that very few people have), he left us.
We did indeed solve it and claim it that night. But to give a measure of
letterboxers: Ruby and Stillwater, Catpawz (1 and 2), and Puddle Splasher
and Viewfinder all returned the next morning bright and early having stayed
up until the wee hours to figure it out themselves and the others claimed it
not too long afterward. Now THEY figured it out without the help of the
author AND they all drove back 40 or more miles to claim the box after
having been in the area the day before for the gathering!
--
Barefoot Lucy
"It's not about footwear, it's about philosophy"
[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
Puddle Splasher
----- Original Message -----
From: Barefoot Lucy
To: letterbox-usa@yahoogroups.com
Sent: 9/20/2007 3:33:02 PM
Subject: Re: [LbNA] Re: how about this question - Secret Identity
Another Texas boxer here to chime in!
Nobody knew him at all, and in fact, no one still REALLY knows him! You
know how you eventually learn boxer's real names as well as their trail
names over time? And you pretty much know at the very least where they are
from? Two years down the road, and no one still knows his real name, or
even what town he actually resides in. We know his profession (he's a
semi-retired attorney) and a few details about his personal life (he has
dogs, loves high school football, has family around the state). We know
what he drives (a cranberry colored PT cruiser) - which I guess is the only
real bona fide fact we know about the man, and that because it is the car he
drives to gatherings. He is entirely charming and gentlemanly, eloquent,
and a pleasure to spend time with. The kids love him and he is a total
cootie magnet, which he doesn't seem to mind at all.
He taunts us by doing things like leaving boxes in people's front yards(this
may sound a little freakish, but he had made arrangements with the other
boxer to return a box to yet another boxer through her, and he made the
hand-off quite simple by planting it and then emailing her the clues, which
led her to her own front yard), and yet we can't even determine the county
he lives in so we could leave a box.
How did we finally bust him? Well - it was only because he let us bust
him! I hosted a small gathering a couple of years ago and to make life
easier, my family camped out at the gathering site. The purpose of the
gathering was to plant up a boxless area, so in the spirit of the event
everyone planned to bring and leave a box. Because it was small, we planned
to host the gathering in our campsite, so we posted on the local list where
we would be found. When I got up on Saturday morning, there was a camo'd
letter-sized envelope on our picnic table with handwriting I recognized even
without my contacts in - it was from him!!! I scrambled to put my lenses in
and read the note. It told us to open the envelope at 3:00 p.m. - the time
the gathering was to begin. My son and I worried ourselves to death over
that envelope all day, and my husband reminded us periodically that the
first point of the Scout Law is "A Scout is Trustworthy...", something we
really wanted to forget that day. Finally, we put it up and out of sight
and went to plant our own box. When we returned to our site, folks were
starting to show up, so I showed them the envelope and we all counted down
to 3:00. At the designated time, we opened the envelope and there they were
- copies of carefully written, perfectly unintelligible clues! He had left
us a box, but in cipher! And worse, they were in the same cipher we had
been trying to solve for months to figure out what it was his sig stamp said
(Randy would LOVE this guy). And of course, there were instructions that
told us to have fun and enjoy finding his first box, and if we got stumped,
to open the second envelope, which was enclosed in the larger envelope.
Well you can imagine that he set the tone for the whole gathering. Rather
than the mad rush of exchanges and dashing off to find other boxes and
stuffing ourselves to the gills, we all (even the LSS's) sat around my
campsite with a clue sheet in our hands trying to figure out whatever he
could be trying to tell us. You would have to know the particular group of
folks that were there (Puddle Splasher and Viewfinder, Ruby Tuesday and
Stillwater, Catpawz (1 and 2), Lena, Cummins Clan, Delivery Girl, Fearless
Fox and Lightning and me), but there wasn't a soul that was about to ask for
the extra help! We had all been working tirelessly to solve his signature
stamp and we sure weren't giving up on this.
Finally, we reluctantly decided it wasn't a box for us to get that day, and
everyone wandered off to find the other boxes that had been planted before
the gathering. By just before dark, everyone had reluctantly found their
way home.
Just as it was almost too dark to see, a figure approached the edge of our
campsite and asked why we weren't at the party. It took me a minute to
understand what he meant, and then to realize who he was. I jumped up and
introduced myself to him and invited him to come sit at our table with us -
it was HIM! He said he knew no one found his box, but he also knew that no
one had used the extra help either. He explained that we were all die-hards
and refused to use the help. He asked me to open the envelope then, so I
did. It said "If you have opened this envelope, you must be having
difficulty solving the clue. Go to the cranberry-colored PT cruiser and ask
for help" He had been waiting for us! OH NO!
Despite the fact that we ruined his surprise by our stubbornness (and by the
same token, I daresay he wouldn't assume we would give in again!), he sat
with us and helped us noodle through that clue while very patiently
answering questions about himself. Fearless Fox felt the need to
periodically call Lightning and I off for a bit to give the man some peace,
but I think he enjoyed the attention! Once he saw we were well on our way
to having it solved (it proved to be helpful that Fearless Fox had a
particular skill that very few people have), he left us.
We did indeed solve it and claim it that night. But to give a measure of
letterboxers: Ruby and Stillwater, Catpawz (1 and 2), and Puddle Splasher
and Viewfinder all returned the next morning bright and early having stayed
up until the wee hours to figure it out themselves and the others claimed it
not too long afterward. Now THEY figured it out without the help of the
author AND they all drove back 40 or more miles to claim the box after
having been in the area the day before for the gathering!
--
Barefoot Lucy
"It's not about footwear, it's about philosophy"
[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
[LbNA] Re: how about this question - Secret Identity
From: mark4boxers (mark4boxers@yahoo.com) |
Date: 2007-09-20 21:32:54 UTC
"Barefoot Lucy" wrote:
>
> Another Texas boxer here to chime in!
>
I'm so glad you did! I love that he is still a bit of a mystery.
Thanks so much for sharing such a fun story.
mark4
>
> Another Texas boxer here to chime in!
>
I'm so glad you did! I love that he is still a bit of a mystery.
Thanks so much for sharing such a fun story.
mark4
[LbNA] Re: how about this question - Secret Identity
From: azobox (jparkerg@yahoo.com) |
Date: 2007-09-20 22:11:59 UTC
Oh MY!!
Indeed a great story....and yes, SC, *that* is what we need more of.
He sounds like a match for some of the furtive boxers of the northeast.
Thanks Barefoot Lucy and Silver Eagle for broadening the horizons for
newer players (and the rest of us, too).
azobox
Indeed a great story....and yes, SC, *that* is what we need more of.
He sounds like a match for some of the furtive boxers of the northeast.
Thanks Barefoot Lucy and Silver Eagle for broadening the horizons for
newer players (and the rest of us, too).
azobox
[LbNA] Re: how about this question - Secret Identity
From: alterabook (jade__eyes@juno.com) |
Date: 2007-09-20 22:35:54 UTC
This story is all about what makes letterboxing an artform. What fun!!!
--- In letterbox-usa@yahoogroups.com, letterbox@... wrote:
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> Oh what a great story Lucy! What fun!!! That is the stuff I wish
we'd see more of in this game!
>
> Thanks for sharing that.
>
> SpringChick
>
>
> From: "Barefoot Lucy"
> >
> > Nobody knew him at all, and in fact, no one still REALLY knows him!
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--- In letterbox-usa@yahoogroups.com, letterbox@... wrote:
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> Oh what a great story Lucy! What fun!!! That is the stuff I wish
we'd see more of in this game!
>
> Thanks for sharing that.
>
> SpringChick
>
>
> From: "Barefoot Lucy"
> >
> > Nobody knew him at all, and in fact, no one still REALLY knows him!
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>
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RE: [LbNA] Re: how about this question - Secret Identity
From: RIFamily (RIFamily@cox.net) |
Date: 2007-09-20 18:54:43 UTC-04:00
Amazing. What a wonderful player that man is. Thanks so much for sharing
the story!
RIFamily
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the story!
RIFamily
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Re: [LbNA] Re: how about this question - Secret Identity
From: Barefoot Lucy (barefootlucy@gmail.com) |
Date: 2007-09-20 21:23:30 UTC-05:00
I only wish he would tell the story from his perspective - it is terribly
funny in and of itself!
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Barefoot Lucy
"It's not about footwear, it's about philosophy"
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funny in and of itself!
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Barefoot Lucy
"It's not about footwear, it's about philosophy"
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[LbNA] Re: how about this question - Secret Identity
From: Heather Heroldt (heatherheroldt@msn.com) |
Date: 2007-09-21 13:32:10 UTC
--- In letterbox-usa@yahoogroups.com, "Barefoot Lucy"
wrote:
>
> Another Texas boxer here to chime in!
>
> Nobody knew him at all, and in fact, no one still REALLY knows him!
You
> know how you eventually learn boxer's real names as well as their
trail
> names over time? And you pretty much know at the very least where
they are
> from? Two years down the road, and no one still knows his real
name, or
> even what town he actually resides in.
Wow, this gentleman sounds like the Father Christmas of letterboxing -
what a treasure!
Gad XX
>
> Another Texas boxer here to chime in!
>
> Nobody knew him at all, and in fact, no one still REALLY knows him!
You
> know how you eventually learn boxer's real names as well as their
trail
> names over time? And you pretty much know at the very least where
they are
> from? Two years down the road, and no one still knows his real
name, or
> even what town he actually resides in.
Wow, this gentleman sounds like the Father Christmas of letterboxing -
what a treasure!
Gad XX