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  ...presents...            Memory of Timothy Leary

                                                         by Weasel Boy

                                                         06/01/1996-#317



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     Timothy Leary just passed away.  According to Reuter's, his last words

were "Oh Really?  Yeah."  I don't really know as to whether or not he

enlightened any minds in this lifetime, but it can surely be said that he made

quite a few more interesting.



     I met Tim back in 1992 at a convention in Atlanta.  I met him through

Robert Anton Wilson, who was also a guest and told me I had to meet him.  After

we'd had a brief 'meeting' in Tim's room, we wandered down to the bar for

morning screwdrivers.  While sitting at the bar, we were approached by a

strange little woman in an ill-fitting superhero outfit.  This woman was known

around the Atlanta cons as "Ms. Marvel," and she had the reputation for being

crazy as a loon.  She entered the costume contest every year with the same

costume and would whoosh around to the "Superman" theme song.  At any rate, she

approached us in the bar and started talking to Tim and calling him "Mr. Lee."

As I remember, she used her canned dialogue on him and his reaction was amazing

and memorable.  Keep in mind that the woman in question is 42, about 5 feet

tall, 200 pounds and wears glasses the size of Coke bottles under her superhero

mask.



MM: "Hi there, Mr. Lee!  It's so nice to see you again!  When are you going to

stop drawing Spiderman and do my comic book?"



TL: "I think you may have me...."



MM: "Oh no!  I know who you are!  You always react like this to me!  But you'll

see this fall when my new TV show comes out on NBC!  It's going to be

wonderful!"



TL: "Really?  What's it about?"



MM: "Why, it's about the adventures of ME and my dog, Superdog!" <holds up

stuffed dog>



TL: "You know, that's really amazing.  There's enough channels nowadays to

give everyone their own show."



MM: "Well, I'm the first superhero to get a prime time show!"



TL: "What about the Incredible Hulk?"



MM: "Well, the first woman, at least!"



TL: "What about Wonder Woman?"



MM: "Well, that's not important... the important thing is that you WATCH MY

SHOW!"



TL: "I have a feeling that I watch your show every day."



MM: "I don't think you're Mr. Lee anymore!  I don't think I know you!"



TL: "Do we ever know anyone, ma'am?" <He lights a cigarette, which happens

to be something this woman REALLY HATES.  She thinks that cigarette smoke is

her "kryptonite," so to speak.>



MM: "Oh no!  I have to go!  See you later!  WHOOOSH!  Watch my show!"



TL: "Well, that was mildly interesting.  Who was that?"



     I only talked to him twice more after meeting him.  If he was right, his

trip is only just beginning now, so I will wish him well and send him off in

the only way I know how.  So long, Tim.  I'm really jealous of you.

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