Greetings Fighters--

We had just arrived at the Favre's when my risk manager's associate called.  He was doing "some foolin' around" in the surveillance van when he noticed Angeline enter the dome just after dusk.  My risk manager and I jumped into our car and jetted over to campus.

We slipped into a side door and made our way down the hall of the dome.  There was some activity there --- Shelby was rehearsing with many of the students and staff who are serving on his new University Council.  We slipped into Angeline's office, and things got a little frantic.

She was absolutely shocked to see me there.  I started to berate her, when I heard my risk manager begin to repeat: "don't do anything to 'that lady,' don't hurt 'that lady'..."  I've seen this before, he had fallen under what we've always referred at TCLS to as "Angie's gaze."  My risk manager was all the way across the room from me, "holstered up," and locked in the "... gaze."  This was a precarious moment for al concerned.  All I could do was yell: "Don't look directly into her eyes!"  You see, I've seen people throw their entire life's work, their careers, their reputations after having fallen prey to the "... gaze."  Mercifully, his associate heard my cries and burst into the room and drug him back to the surveillance van.  (Don't be disappointed, my risk manager is a bad ass, it's just that he has only been near Angeline once in his life, and she was calm at that time).

I sat Angeline down, and tried to talk to her, while I kept my thoughts focused on a brick wall (I'm used to Angeline's tricks).  She was mainly inaudible, talking about how her academic career was over now.  She said she should have never left Panama City Christian School.  I tried to tell her I would start a private school for her out in Nevada.  She just needed to get her things, call Mark and get out of town.  I nearly had her convinced, when Lisa Mader came in and started screaming "Dr. Thames! Dr. Thames!.."  I got out through a window and made it back to the surveillance van.

If I can get close to her, just once more, I think I can make some progress.  It looks like we're going to have to get Jack Hanbury in on this one.  I'll keep you up to date on this angle.

Just a couple more notes.  As you know, we played golf all day, and didn't make it down to Gulfport to meet with Billy Hewes.  That trip is only delayed --- it will happen.  Finally, some good news to report.  My risk manager's associate met with Dr. Stringer early this evening and got the ball rolling on moving the Donne Variorum up to my law school.  We can give it a proper home up there.  I am committed to providing support for it through grants, work-study, graduate assistants.  I've already commissioned architectural works on a new facility to house it.  And, I've made Dr. Stringer a promise --- the door will house a high-tech locking device that recognizes his palm print only.  That way, he can get back to the good work.

One final thing.  Thanks for your prayers during my recent digestive tract challenges.  I'm going to relax in a hot bath this evening, and play with my new tub toys.

your comrade,

Thomas Cooley