From: owner-mariposa-digest@smoe.org (mariposa-digest) To: mariposa-digest@smoe.org Subject: mariposa-digest V1 #32 Reply-To: mariposa@smoe.org Sender: owner-mariposa-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-mariposa-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk mariposa-digest Thursday, June 7 2001 Volume 01 : Number 032 Today's Subjects: ----------------- [mariposa] Joe! I saw your picture on a milk carton this morning... [Foll] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 6 Jun 2001 12:44:23 EDT From: Followerofjoe@aol.com Subject: [mariposa] Joe! I saw your picture on a milk carton this morning... I am in total shock. While Luna and I have had our disagreements on how Joe should be raised (and treated during concerts), we both loved him like he was our own stuffed dog. This sucks. Joe, if you read this post, I've left an envelope under the barbeque pit at the Alamo "hospitality suite" (near the dumpster). It's a one-way bus ticket to Providence, Rhode Island. Call the number I told you at Amy's (in New Jersey, remember?), and I'll come get you at the station. If anyone else shows up, ONLY GO WITH THEM IF THEY HAVE THE SECRET WORD I GAVE YOU, OKAY? Woody is more than willing to take a road trip with you if that's what you need. You can also walk the freedom trail in Boston, visit Cape Cod, see the mansions in Newport, and join EDAs at the July Woodstock campout next month... all the things Luna wouldn't take you to do on the Mariposa tour! :-P The bottom line is: I'm here for you, as I have always been. (Good thing we didn't LOSE Luna in New Orleans on Bourbon Street at 3 AM, huh?) Dog's best friend, Dennis Harris >hey, > > Well, I have sad, sad news, and i really do not know how to break it to >everyone... Umm, Joe and Luna have parted company. Now, I do not know the >full details, but the way it was told to me makes my bump of trouble >itch... >This was told to me in a private letter, but under the circumstances I feel >that I should share it, first to share my feeling of loss, and second to >communicate my conspiracy theory.. >Luna wrote: > >i have sad news. > >i let joe out on his own. he was accidentally left behind in san antonio >when i went down there to play. we have since talked and he misses me >but feels like he needs his distance. i need a lot of moral support >during this time away from him. he assured me he still loves me, though. > >my baby. > >_________________ > >Now, please do not misunderstand me, I feel Luna's loss, and I know the ache >she feels inside must be near to overwhelming, but I have this question: > If you truly love someone, would you really just forget about them, and >"accidentally" leave them 200 miles from home? > >I think not. > >Okay, I do not doubt that Joe still loves Luna, and that she still loves >him, >but here is an theory.... At the end of the Mariposa tour, Joe was getting >equal attention during (and after) the shows. His fanbase is nearly as wide >as Luna's. Would it be possible that Joe has (innocently of course) stolen >some of the spot light, leaving our dear Luna feeling jealous in the >shadows? > What happened at the San Antone show that caused Luna to "forget" to bring >home Joe? Having shared the same bed with Joe, I can vouch that he can be >wild... But wild enough to cause his.. his soulmate to leave him, stranded, >helpless, and alone in a strange town? Do I sense a "VH1- Behind the Music" >in the making here? > Truly, I do hope they manage to work out their differences, but if Joe >feels that he needs distance, then I hope he finds solace on the road >(sorry, >EDAs, had to do that) and I would suggest to him to hitchhike up the road a >bit and maybe find some new companionship. Perhaps Joe and Woody the >plywood >cow can do a road trip, to clear Joe's mind, and maybe give us new tales to >share... > Anyway, please email Luna to convey your sympathy, but please temper that >sympathy with a healthy dose of admonishment for leaving him in the first >place... >tearfully, >Rowdius ------------------------------ End of mariposa-digest V1 #32 *****************************