Posted by Warm Sourdough on March 29, 1999 at 13:58:57:
ALISSA'S BACK! ALISSA'S BACK!
When I felt that brisk British chill, I imagined myself in an eternity of glorious wheat fields, being blown and battered by the biting winds of a cockney demon. I cried and plead to the God of the Harvest to rescue his planting and not let his firstfruits perish. And then, like a blessed dream, or vision, yet far too real to be either, I heard a voice, like a mighty roaring John Deere, speak to me out of the wind:
Behold, Alissa returneth! She is even at the threshhold! Why is it thou hast so little faith?!