Date: Tue, 3 Dec 1996 17:16:21 -0500
From: Myles Callum <MCALLUM@DELPHI.COM>
Subject: At the Oyster Bar with Rashmi
To: Multiple recipients of list WORDS-L <WORDS-L@UGA.CC.UGA.EDU>

In a just and perfect world, everyone would have lunch with Rashmi Murthy periodically. I am convinced that dining with this peachy person would calm troubled souls, settle dyspeptic stomachs, relieve general anxiety and lead in short order to peace on earth, good will towards men. That's how it works for me, anyway.

Rashmi had to go to the British Consulate to pick up the visa for her stopoff in Merry Old England on the way to visit her p's in India. She had the good sense to alert me to this visit and to dangle the words "Oyster Bar" in front of my eyes. So we met there today for lunch. Marie couldn't make it; her boss is out sick and she's swamped. Dang! We missed ya, man.

The Oyster Bar takes its name seriously. They have Belon, Bristol and Golden Point oysters from Maine, Bluepoints (Long Island), Golden Mantles (Vancouver), Cuttyhunks (Mass.), Narragansetts (Rhode Island), Pearl Point Flats (Oregon), North Noveys (Nova Scotia), Hood Canals (Wash. State), Wellfleets (Mass.) and Malpeques (Prince Edward Island), among others--21 different kinds.

But we didn't have any. Rashmi had the swordfish steak and I had a shrimp cocktail followed by bay scallops. We both had the very nice New York State beer recommended by the waiter. The food, drink and conversation were delightful. We talked about our families and, of course, the list, agreeing totally that every thread is intensely fascinating and that each and every wordsler is an utterly admirable and excellent person.* Rashmi's intelligence, wit and sense of fairness, not to mention her beautiful dark eyes and dazzling smile, are a balm to the spirit.


*Coming Soon, The Minute She Leaves the Country: The Savage Truth!