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There is a story about a gremlin who haunts a house in New England.Ê He lived there once, where the stream rose from the ground and flowed to the river until it was plugged up and overbuilt with the house.Ê I sometimes feel like that gremlin. Ê Sometimes, a tale becomes painful when you see it too clearly.Ê Perhaps some changes don't lead to improvement at all. Last updated on Friday, December 21, 2001 |