From: Gary S. Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Sunday, May 25, 2003 2:47 PM
To: Adam Tucker (atucker@nextraterrestrial.com)
Cc: John K. Pollard Jr. (jkpjkp@alum.mit.edu); Devin Standard (Devin@quasark.com); Jeff (jrk@class-action-law.com); David Pollak (dpollak@ubspw.com); gremeltech; Ghurst (ghurst@hurst-hurst.com)
Subject: FW: Animals in the cabin

 

Adam, can you please tell me why Dr. Pollard is having trouble clicking on to the hyperlinks?

 

I need to make certain that he isn’t simply pissed because I didn’t include his name in my email to Ken Miller one of the Principals of Tegner♂Miller Independent Insurance Agency located in the vicinity of the Peoples Republic of Santa Monica.

 

“…My wife, though not raised Jewish, will run circles around any Jewish woman over age 23 I know both literally and figuratively and when you consider my Bottoms Up Schooling [BUS] you would appreciate I also know a thing or two about how to charm the pants off even the most pathological although I prefer to just be around sweet smelling, intelligent women although I also happen to like the company of the likes of Jeffrey Krinsk Esq., Devin Standard, Amos Wright and of course Ron Bellows always though hopeful that the Poli Pollaks will stop being so much like “rolly pollys” which in Africa we referred to as “shangalawyers” [sic] since the moment you touch them they roll up, at times oozing nothing short of shit, hard to tell though their mouth from their rear ends.”

 

I have started watching for the first time with Jonathan, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, “I will show the root of any word is Greek…kimono….” One of Newell Starks’ favorite expressions was, “Time to lift the kimono” which is a term used in “work outs” and “buyouts” to get to the meat of the issue. Newell is the guy indebted to me for a fukukta pittance compared to what was at one time his net worth when I loaned him the monies some 2+ years ago who invented the notebook computer before becoming an officer of perhaps the most successful and of course rapacious leverage buyout firm in Wall Street history.

 

Before starting the movie we had earlier dropped off his sister Danielle to get her nails done. As soon as Danielle calls to let us know that she is ready for me to pick her up on our way up to the cabin where we will all engage in a mud fight, Jonathan and I will be out in a flash; so I will be speeding this up a little. Marie is already up there getting warmed up with the dogs who were very active in the last pitched black battle.

 

When Danielle first the house this morning she was in a bit of a foul mood but then she played for me a song she had downloaded off The Internet that warmed up the cockles of my heart connecting up all the brain damage she had done to me earlier when suggesting not all that strongly she come and join us at the cabin where we all end up having more than a jolly good time. Friends are though very important, something both her mother and I fully understand.

 

Marie’s eldest brother just called from Canada and was complaining about the weather, “rain rain rain…” and of course I brought up the email Marie and I sent him back on March 14th that was hyperlinked to the E-mail we sent my sister 37 minutes earlier. Paul wanted to speak with Marie who doesn’t at the moment have a “hard wire” connection at cabin. The word, “Tula” was just mentioned one of the few Zulu words I know which is normally a directive to keep “quiet.”

 

Now of course there are few people who consider me altogether dumb but that doesn’t stop more than a handful of folks from letting me know to watch my back.

 

For the record I purposely “blind copied” John thinking that if FBI Agent Mark Culp shows up at his door he would plead ignorance.　 John can be seen in the “blind copied” hyperlink with socks+name tag+gold coin to mention little of the wear and tear on his slippers the result of all the sand he kicks in my face while spending as much time on the beach as anyone I know in the universe other than me.

　

I am also copying Devin on this email who is hiding out in Colorado perhaps taking the advice of a family member that being in “mile high” territory he can always use the excuse of a bad cell connection when Polie Pollak calls seeking guidance in how to address me when he eventually gets the courage to call.

 

On Friday I placed a call to Jeffrey Krinsk to see if he could possibly bother his partner, former U.S. Attorney, Mr. Howard Finkelstein to make heads or tails of what in hell’s name is going on here on earth, soon though I suspect the Devil will leave this rat hole as misery escapes the earth atmosphere with more light sinking from heaven, the Hot Water Wars only just brewing, though.

 

I eventually got hold of Jeffrey on Saturday which is unusual as he generally spends the day doing household errands in addition to walking the dog and visiting the graveside of my dear friend Anne L. Miller but I forgot to ask him this all important question.

 

Friday though was a rough day for me, late in getting out of bed although I did with my new bride’s help come to terms with a number of things including what in fact occurred when her former husband back on September 11th 2002 as he supposedly went about describing me as 40 years of age, 5’11’ in height and 180 pounds no doubt forgetting how just 3 days earlier he had implored his wife who is not a physician to support his contention that there was-is nothing wrong with his eyesight.

 

Now you do remember that Dr. Stewart is not only a pathologist looking at specimens, making life and death decisions but he happens to have known me for around 15 years perhaps closer to 20. I remember one of the first times I met him at King Golden’s house but I can’t remember if the Medical Director of Sharp Hospital was with him at the time which is the only time I can recall where there was the possibility of anyone else from the hospital being in my company that might have been grounds for forming a medical opinion about the “state of my mind.”

 

In the world of SCALs [Shareholder Class Action Litigation] proving “scienter” as I have mentioned before is a rather tough standard but something I know a thing or two about and why some of the very best litigators in the world, those who have their own “skin in the game” beckon me when they need help in some of their most difficult cases.

 

Most experts would agree that eyewitness accounts are rather unreliable and better prosecutors, those that are honest, would choose circumstantial evidence over the inherit weaknesses that come from poor eyesight, something which afflicts all of us, some of us though sooner than others but nothing quite like prejudice that can come from so many things such as being raised in a bigoted household. Pressure though can also take its toll.

 

Last night I saw what I thought was TV network executive making comments about eyewitness accounts and he described how while attending law school he and his buddies noticed a woman being pistol-whipped by a man. Eventually one of his buddies said something and the man then pointed the gun at them before eventually fleeing. The testosterone clad wimp didn’t go very far as the barman broke a bottle over his head as he was exiting the bar-restaurant knocking the suspect out cold.

 

This law student and his buddies then ran over to get a good look at the suspect because none of them could actually remember what the suspect looked like even though they had seen his face for several minutes to mention little of them being scared shitless when he pointed the gun in their direction just focusing it seems only on the suspects finger firmly gripped around the trigger.

 

One can be somewhat forgiving for aspiring, good spirited law school students failing to make the grade but at least one of them later in life was man enough to admit in front of an audience of mostly black kids some of the prejudices and failings of the human spirit but it is another thing in my opinion when you are a middle aged + practicing physician and you end up identifying someone you have known umpteen years as being 5 years younger, some 3 inches shorter, and some 40 pounds heavier which brings me to what Dr. Stewart and those around him were possibly thinking at the time.

 

The only person I know that fits that description who actually hangs around Dr. Stewart since he doesn’t really have that many friends is his on-and-off girlfriend of some God only knows how many years.

 

One can possibly forgive even a doctor who makes critical decisions about patients’ healthcare needs, a bad hair day possibly, but when one examines very closely the history of Dr. Stewart and how he has played it fast & loose in dealing in particular with his second ex-wife one doesn’t really need to wonder very much, at least that is my opinion.

 

And I should add that when the truth eventually does all come out my opinion will in fact count at least as much as that of Dr. Stewart and his previous brushes with the law, i.e. lawsuits brought against him and the hospital in which he works as well as individuals like Ms. Kathy Murray who he summoned back in October to help his cause although no doubt Ms. Murray would say that she felt she was doing the “right thing” which brings me to a need to make a closer examination at some point of her declaration signed “under penalty of perjury” to see if there was anything more than her pleading something about my having the “dirt” on her.

 

I was actually wanting to rent the movie about that school “Columbine” which apparently will only reach the video market towards the end of the year since this big fat guy thinks he has some mileage left at the movie theaters. A day doesn’t go buy when I don’t think about how easy it is for pretty much anyone to get a gun never to forget that Dr. John Ben Stewart has quite a collection.

 

The unconscionable & insidious acts took place on of all days a day that will be remembered in infamy although our court victory 6 weeks later will in due course inspire all those who have be falsely accused, that God watches over those who keep their noses clean and considering the size of my trunk my job is rather gargantuan, wouldn’t you agree?

 

I am getting a little tired myself of all this “back & forth” perhaps G-d’s way of informing me of my success in driving the left wing intelligentsia and their right wing illiterate bed fellows utterly nuts.

 

Thanks,

 

Gary

 

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From: John K. Pollard Jr. [mailto:jkpjkp@alum.mit.edu]
Sent: Friday, May 23, 2003 1:59 PM
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: Re: Animals in the cabin

 

No  (I never go to Nextraterrestial links.  Most of them, like the one below, don't work.

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----- Original Message -----

Sent: Friday, May 23, 2003 8:07 AM

Subject: RE: Animals in the cabin

 

Thanks. Did you receive this email below which I sent out yesterday?

 

http://nextraterrestrial.com/pdf/km%205-22-03.htm

 

-----Original Message-----
From: John K. Pollard Jr. [mailto:jkpjkp@alum.mit.edu]
Sent: Thursday, May 22, 2003 3:07 PM
To: Gary S. Gevisser
Subject: Animals in the cabin

 

 

The Wall Street Journal

May 21, 2003 1:50 p.m. EDT

 

 

 

THE MIDDLE SEAT
By SCOTT MCCARTNEY

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

ABOUT SCOTT MCCARTNEY

Scott McCartney writes The Middle Seat every Wednesday for the online Journal. Scott, The Wall Street Journal's Travel Editor, as well as deputy bureau chief in Dallas, has been on the airline beat for seven years -- long enough to see it go from bust to boom and back to bust.


 

Scott won the George Polk Award for transportation reporting in 2000 for exposing gross negligence by the Federal Aviation Administration. He also was honored in 2000 by the Deadline Club and New York's chapter of the Society of Professional Journalists. Before joining the Journal in 1993, he spent 11 years at The Associated Press.


 

Scott, a native of Boston and graduate of Duke University, is the author of three books, including "ENIAC: The Triumphs and Tragedies of the World's First Computer," which was published in 1999. He's also an instrument-rated private pilot.


 

Send your comments about The Middle Seat to scott.mccartney@wsj.com3.


 



Flight Attendant to Horse:
Why the Long Face?

Cuddles Caused a Bit of Stir in 1st Class,
But One Little Mishap Was Overlooked

Air travel can be a messy business, especially if you are flying with a horse. Take the following excerpt from an American Airlines passenger record last week:

"PAX WAS TRAVELING WITH A MINIATURE SERVICE HORSE IN SEAT 3A. HORSE HAD A BOWEL MOVEMENT ON THE CARPET OF THE BULKHEAD. CABIN SVC HAD TO DO EXCESSIVE CLEANING IN ORDER FOR AIRCRAFT TO LEAVE FOR THE NEXT FLIGHT. STRONG ODOR ALSO HAD TO BE AIRED OUT.…ORD CSM JP INCUSCI"

It seems the passenger -- "PAX" in airline shorthand -- was flying from Boston to Chicago for a taping of "The Oprah Winfrey Show." The man, Dan Shaw, is legally blind, and his seeing-eye guide, Cuddles, qualifies as a "service horse." Under U.S. Federal Aviation Administration rules, service animals may travel in the cabin with the passenger, and airlines accommodate all sorts of creatures. Since even miniature horses standing at just over 2 feet tall and weighing 70 pounds don't fit in the main cabin, they have to fly first-class.

The show, which was scheduled to air Tuesday, was appropriately titled "That's Incredible!"

The things airlines end up transporting often are a slice of the lives people lead. On the inanimate side, foreign visitors often turn up trying to check washing machines and television sets purchased on U.S. shopping trips.

Animals usually make for more interesting stories. Movie stars want first-class seats for their pets, and such arrangements have to be approved in advance. Airlines keep track of unruly Hollywood pets, as you might imagine. But the well-behaved ones are welcomed with open arms, so long as they are paying customers. Jack Lemmon's standard poodle, Chloe, had a wonderful reputation among airline folks, and the late actor always bought a first-class seat for her.

Just recently, the U.S. Department of Transportation clarified rules that had been applied mostly to dogs so as to include "service animals," saying airlines could be forced to accommodate all manner of beasts if mental-health professionals declare that they are necessary for relieving stress and flying anxiety. If a monkey is necessary to help a passenger get through a flight, the DOT said, then the monkey can come along.

"Animals that assist persons with disabilities by providing emotional support qualify as service animals," the DOT said, noting that "service animals also perform a much wider variety of functions than ever before."

The rules, published May 9, update guidelines issued by the DOT in 1996 that dealt mostly with dogs assisting passengers who can't see or hear. The new rules more specifically define what a service animal is and who can have one. They also spell out what steps airlines need to take, such as determining whether the animal poses a health or safety threat to others, or would disrupt cabin service, and when animals can legally be "refused carriage in the cabin." The new guidelines benefited from the suggestions of advocates for the disabled, as well as from recommendations by the airlines, the DOT said.

Mr. Shaw depends on his horse. He told Ms. Winfrey that he feared getting attached to a guide dog with a relatively short life span. Cuddles, he said, has a lifespan of more than 30 years. "I think the most incredible thing Cuddles has done for me is she made me realize that being blind ain't so bad," he said on the show. "She's the best friend I've ever had. It's like having a new life." Mr. Shaw's even devoted a Web site1 to her.

Nearly three years ago, a pot-bellied pig flew in the first-class cabin of a US Airways flight from Philadelphia to Seattle because her owner said she needed the pig's companionship to relieve stress. US Air classified the pig as a service animal. So it's true, pigs can fly.

In the case of the miniature horse, American had no doubt that the animal was indeed a "service horse," and the airline had been assured that it was housebroken. There had been talk among airline officials about whether the horse should be diapered. But since the Boston to Chicago flight takes only a little more than two hours, nobody insisted on it.

Then the flight was delayed by FAA air-traffic control for 45 minutes on the ground in Boston. The horse did her best, but as the plane was landing, nature called.

Before allowing Cuddles on the return flight, American quizzed flight attendants who were on the earlier flight, and learned that the mess hadn't been all that bad, and most of it had been cleaned up by Mr. Shaw himself. The cleaning crew may have overreacted a bit.

The airline also wondered whether other first-class passengers were upset about sharing the forward cabin with a small horse. No, flight attendants said, the other passengers were amused by the whole thing. So headquarters decided to put Cuddles back in first class for the flight home on Tuesday last week "due to extenuating circumstances of ATC on the outbound," according to the passenger record.

Mr. Shaw, who lives in Maine, couldn't be reached for comment.

[Dan Shaw, who is legally blind, with Cuddles, his guide horse, during a guest appearance on 'The Oprah Winfrey Show.']
Dan Shaw, who is legally blind, with Cuddles, his seeing-eye horse, during a guest appearance with Oprah Winfrey on 'The Oprah Winfrey Show.'

 

 

A spokeswoman for Harpo Productions Inc., which produces "Oprah," said the show ponied up to buy two first-class seats for the horse and owner. Since the horse can't really curl up like a dog, even with "More Room in Coach," it wouldn't fit in the coach cabin without blocking the aisle, a spokesman for American noted. Instead, Cuddles was able to stretch out at the forward bulkhead in the first-class cabin.

A bigger question: How did the horse get through security screening in Boston in the first place? Did she have to take off her shoes? In addition to horseshoes, Cuddles sometimes wears sneakers.

The Transportation Security Administration said it had no reports of any incidents at Boston or Chicago security screening checkpoints involving the horse, which wouldn't have to remove its horseshoes even if it set off metal detectors. ``The horse was treated just like any other service animal. If the alarm goes off, we have to wand it,'' said spokeswoman Chris Rhatigan. ``It probably followed our passenger travel tips ahead of time, and emptied its saddle bags before going through.''

The good news for American is that it didn't have to take the plane out of service, or replace carpet, or incur extra expenses. This incident was far less costly than one several years ago when a pit bull ate through its cage and got loose in the cargo hold, forcing an unscheduled landing.

And it was certainly less costly than the 1995 case of Marcelle Becker, a Beverly Hills, Calif., socialite who traveled first-class with her 8-pound Maltese, named Dom Perignon. The dog got loose in the cabin, and when flight attendants tried to push it back into its Louis Vuitton carrier, Mrs. Becker became so unruly that the captain of Flight 19 ended up tying her to her seat with D.P.'s leash. She sued the airline for assault, civil-rights violations and cruelty to animals -- and lost a jury trial. She also sued the airline for libel -- and the case was dismissed.

Through her spokesman, Mrs. Becker declined to comment. "She would definitely support the horse," Beverly Hills public-relations man Edward Lozzi said in her behalf. "And she would blame the airline. What did they do to make the horse go like that?"

Write to Scott McCartney at scott.mccartney@wsj.com2

 

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Updated May 21, 2003 1:50 p.m.

 

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