After a massive search, I finally found copies of the newsletters. It was fun reading the names of all the people I knew so long ago but it put a strain on my brain trying to pull some of the faces from long dormant portions of my memory bank. No matter how hard I try, I still can't picture some of the people I wrote about all those years ago.
In the old days, children, when a person wanted to share a joke or a humorous story with their co-workers, it had to be typed, printed, covertly copied on the company copier and discreetly distributed to only those you could trust not to rat you out to management for frivolous use of office supplies.
From time to time, I will resurrect some of the things I wrote in the newletters but for now, the following is something I found amongst my old papers which was apparently covertly copied and discreetly distributed. I still think it's funny.
We have not succeeded in answering all your problems. The answers we have found only serve to raise a whole set of new questions. In some ways we feel we are as confused as ever, but we believe we are confused on a higher level and about more important things.