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I found this curious memo in a box of items I had taken with me from a previous job. For some reason it made me laugh. The job was mix of cynical veterans [and by veterans I mean people who had been at the job for more than six months] and confused rookies. Management often liked to communicate with the staff with funny memos. I guess you had to be there.

This is an FYI on an issue that may arise over the weekend with Concordance. There is a group of people who will be working in a database called “APOLLO”. Because of the large number of people in this database we may get calls about locked files. Since a lot of you haven’t or forgot how to unlock Concordance files I wanted to give you a heads up.

Dicen que por las noches no más se le iba en puro llorar.
Dicen que no comía, no más se le iba en puro tomar.
Juran que el mismo cielo se estremecía al oír su llanto.
Cómo sufría por ella, que hasta en su muerte la fue llamando!

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, cantaba.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, gemía.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, cantaba.
De pasión mortal moría.

Que una paloma triste muy de mañana le va a cantar
A la casita sola con sus puertitas de par en par.
Juran que esa paloma no es otra cosa más que su alma,
Que él todavía la espera a que regrese, la desdichada.

Cucurrucucú, paloma,
Wucurrucucú, no llores.
Las piedras jamás, paloma,
Qué van a saber de amores?

Cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú,
Wucurrucucú, paloma,
Ya no le llores.

It is with a heavy heart that I have to announce to the world the passing of a kindred spirit. Buster, my brother’s Australian Cattle dog, passed away unexpectedly at the age of 12. I cannot say how shocked I am as are the rest of my family. I come from a small family so our animals are woven into the fabric like other family members. When I think of Christmas or Thanksgiving dinner at my brother’s house, it is always connected in some way with the dogs. They are part of those thoughts; those memories. His passing is a grief for us all (I hold a tear in my eye now writing this and looking at his picture).

Buster was a great dog and a good companion for my brother. With an easy going disposition and an almost cartoon-like look to himself, he fit right in. Always ready to play or to be hugged, Buster was a dog full of happiness. I will miss the way he earned his nickname, “The Spin Doctor”, the way in which he’d twirl around and around when he got excited. An athletic dog, Buster could run like the wind - I would often say he was part gazelle.

Good-bye, Buster. You will be sorely missed by all of us. You were a great dog, a great friend and they broke the mold when they made you. We will all miss your friendly smile.

Buster is survived by his sister, Shazam, and his father, Mike.