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Re: Is RocketVoIP Deceiving Customers Regarding "Unlimited" VoIP

Pat,

Are you descended from Don Quixote?

:-)

[TELECOM Digest Editor's Note: I do not know about Don Quixote, but I do know that I was distantly related to Will Rogers. My paternal grandmother's mother, in other words my great-grandmother, had the maiden name of Rogers prior to her marriage to Mr. Martin. (My paternal grandmother's maiden name was 'Martin'). Anyway, great-grandmother Rogers-Martin was a cousin of Will's father, down in Oklahoma somewhere, so I guess that would make me a third or fourth cousin, once or twice (or even thrice) removed. My great-grandmother Rogers was born in Tulsa, Indian Territory about 1860, as was her daughter (my paternal grandmother Susie Martin in 1881, who then married Patrick Townson, my grandfather in 1915 (? I think).

Now, the Townson side of the family, they were something else. Patrick Townson's father was Thomas Townson, who was killed at a picnic about

1910 when he attempted to break up a fight between two teenage boys who had been drinking at the picnic. (Where have we heard that before?) Thomas Townson's father was Edward Townsend who himself was a heavy drinker; he killed a man it was claimed in self defense about 1880 and wound up going to (and dying in) the penitentiary in Georgia for several years. It left his family in disgrace and they moved up to Oklahoma where great-grandfather Thomas, and his mother changed the spelling of their last name and began to raise their family anew, before he, himself was gunned down at the picnic when grandfather Patrick was just a teenager, about the same age Thomas had been when his own father shot and killed the man.

Thomas Townson was a stage coach driver by occupation; he drove between Tulsa and Coffeyville; on the route that was the forerunner to today's Greyhound/Jefferson Lines Bus route. He married the woman who was the stagecoach ticket agent at Bartlesville, Indian Territory. Besides selling the stage coach tickets she also ran the telegraph machine and cooked the food for passengers and the drivers, when the stagecoach pulled in every afternoon at 2 PM. Her brother would come out and unhitch the horses and lead them to their water and food while she served the humans their dinner. When a fresh team of horses was hitched up, Tom would tell the passengers to finish their dinner so they could get back on the road. Anyway, he married that woman; before long they were the proud parents of baby Patrick, my grandfather. When Patrick was a teenager, he saw his own father get gunned down at the picnic. Much, much violence it seems from that side of the family. PAT]