Linda Worthington has been collecting MUPs for a long time. She culls her extensive collection of material from the denizens of the HPHAND forum on Compuserve. She has composed a poem about Palmtoppers who MUP, written articles for The Palmtop Paper and a couple of collections of MUPS can be found here and here.
Linda has a delightful cabin in the woods where she gets a lot of birds and squirrels including this recent rather large specimen <G>.
Give me a moment, I'll tell you a tale Of the Palmtoppers' travels, relayed by E-Mail; By plane, train and subway, by balloon and by cars They sink to the depths and they shoot for the stars, While some, more conservative, write from a chair, But being Palmtoppers, you never know where! Since they all were so willing to be in my file Of Unusual Places, let's read for awhile: Avi goes walking in sunshine and rain To exercise legs and both sides of his brain; He reads and he writes as he walks through the night; He never has fallen, but I think he might! One morning he wrote me from his Barber's chair, A note to say someone was cutting his hair; He also informed me, by post-script, quite soon, That he once sent a note from a hot-air balloon; I did not see that with my very own eyes, But if it were Fred, it would be no surprise, For he often has written from Mountains, and I Do believe that he was on both Granite and Si. I also suspect, since he says he was there, That he really did breath in Mt. Dickerson's air; From a park on the waterfront came a nice note, And from Tom Robbins country, and one Ferry Boat! One day, from above, in the far Friendly Skies Came a message from Gary, who after some tries, Had connected to CompuServe on an Airfone And so far that honor is his, all alone. Speaking of honors, we have to count Gilles As a winner for numbers of Palmtopping miles: He has traveled both coasts in our country you see, And his messages come both by land and by sea: From a Whalewatching Boat near Vancouver, West Coast And from Prince Edward's Light, on the "other", Best Coast! He travels so fast and he travels so far That I think he has seats on his own shooting star! Now Gilles is back home, and I'm sure he'll stay busy; But Andreas must be Clark Kent; why else is he Out there in a phone booth? And what's this we see?... The booth's on a mountain-top, in Italy! But if he's Clark Kent, he is Superman, too; Just look at this message! He swears it is true That he practiced telepathy, for, as he said, It came straight to us from the "top of my head"! From Italy, also, Jeff sent us a word From a Ferry Boat, (possibly carried by bird); I hear that another boat held Tony, too, I heard it from Daniel; I'm sure it is true. To my horror I see that while Dara is driving He reads and he writes, and though he's still surviving, I think that he'd better beware of such mail, Lest we next get a note from a Florida jail! Now we look to the distance, where Daniel resides: In France, in a fine ancient cottage he hides, But he writes to his friends, the whole bunch of us, From there, and from Paris, one time, on a Bus! Now away to New Jersey, lets visit with Stan If you want true variety, he is your man! I heard from the deck of a New York bound Ferry, On the way to a Roundtable; nervous? Yes, very! The next little bon mot was sent from the table At Expo; I do not know how he was able To write while he answered those questions, and told All the folks how LX's are better than gold! If you thought that was clever, just wait, there is more: He writes from the beach on the New Jersey shore, And to prove my main point, that this fellow's a wag, He is writing, he says, through a small plastic bag! He claims that his kids like to bury him deep In the sand, where he peacefully falls off to sleep, But my favorite of all is way that he tries, With the kids, to catch bottles of bright fireflies! He also has mailed us a message from Trevose, Which he says is in Penna, but who knows if he knows? To tell you the truth, if he wrote us from Boise, It'd be less exotic than notes from New Joise! Now here is the Palmtoppers' own Underground, Where two of our friends, Steve and Tim, can be found; Steve is in Manhattan, commuting, says he; And Tim is in Hong Kong, and writing to me! "From the air over Russia": this must be a fad, For two different notes from a plane I have had: One written by Karim, the other from Drew, Both mailed from the ground, but I think they will do! And here is a wonderful bit of good news: The new little daughter at Susan and Drew's; From China, she flew to her new Denver home No doubt she'll send E-Mail when she starts to roam! In case you have wondered who's writing this poem, I'm Linda; I'm sending this from our log home In the mountains of Maryland. This has been fun! I want to say thanks now to you, every one. If you find any errors, just blame them on my sense Of freedom, expressed with a Poetic License; If this does not please you, that's fine and O.K., Just write your own poem and send it our way! And if you need proof that these notes do exist, Just drop me a line and I'll mail you my list; If you send me some more, I will add them next time: Just be sure that you want to appear in a rhyme! Linda Worthington CIS: 74452,105
Poem & Photograph © Linda Worthington, Page © Gary Spiers.
Last updated Wed Mar 20 22:07:50 PST 2002