Hope so.  We'll spare you extra emails until then.

Debbie Chance@ENRON
07/07/2000 11:38 AM
To: Kay Mann/Corp/Enron@ENRON@ECT
cc:

Subject: Re: PERC Negotiations

Kay,

Just in case you haven't heard,  I was on last week's list, not this week's
so maybe we will cross paths on another project later.

DC


---------------------- Forwarded by Mark Guzman/PDX/ECT on 09/27/2000 05:39
PM ---------------------------

Katie Trullinger <Katie.Trullinger@wfsg.com> on 09/27/2000 02:22:10 PM
To: "'mark.guzman@enron.com'" <mark.guzman@enron.com>
cc:
Subject: FW: FW: Athletes NOT going to Sydney in 2000

-----Original Message-----
From: Laffaira Taylor
Sent: Tuesday, September 26, 2000 2:08 PM
To: Katie Trullinger
Subject: FW: FW: Athletes NOT going to Sydney in 2000

-----Original Message-----
From: Mandisha Coger [mailto:mcoger@penderlaw.com]
Sent: Tuesday, September 26, 2000 1:52 PM
To: Tasha Jordan (E-mail); Laffaira Taylor (E-mail)
Cc: David Nichols
Subject: FW: FW: Athletes NOT going to Sydney in 2000

-----Original Message-----
From: Stephanie Johnson
Sent: Tuesday, September 26, 2000 4:33 PM
To: Mandisha Coger; Cathye Simmons; Kim Thomas (E-mail); Charisse
Andrews (E-mail); Annette Smith (E-mail); Rowan Mathews (E-mail);
Dinetra Brinkley (E-mail); 'raheemandkk@accessatc.net'
Subject: FW: FW: Athletes NOT going to Sydney in 2000

-----Original Message-----
From: Collyn Harris
Sent: Tuesday, September 26, 2000 4:30 PM
To: Stephanie Johnson
Subject: FW: FW: Athletes NOT going to Sydney in 2000

-----Original Message-----
From: Fletcher, Krista [mailto:Krista.Fletcher@turner.com]
Sent: Tuesday, September 26, 2000 4:13 PM
To: Brad (E-mail); Cclepperatwork (E-mail); Chris (E-mail); Collyn
Harris; Courtney (E-mail); Ellen (E-mail); Jude (E-mail); Kelly
(E-mail); Micah (E-mail); Mike (E-mail); Klippel, Melissa ; Shirl
(E-mail); Todd@work (E-mail); Valerie (E-mail)
Subject: FW: FW: Athletes NOT going to Sydney in 2000

Thanks,
Krista Fletcher

-----Original Message-----
From: Clarke, Shane
Sent: Tuesday, September 26, 2000 3:30 PM
To: Fletcher, Krista; Mallette, Krista; Lawson, Sabita; Burns, Julie
Subject: FW: FW: Athletes NOT going to Sydney in 2000

-----Original Message-----
From: Mary.Rivers@morgankeegan.com [mailto:Mary.Rivers@morgankeegan.com]

Sent: Tuesday, September 26, 2000 3:20 PM
To: gary.schafer@morgankeegan.com; Chad.Hunt@morgankeegan.com;
ChristopherS.Wilson@morgankeegan.com; brian_rivers@mony.com;
liquorsuit@aol.com; Clarke, Shane; Kellee.Knaub@ucb-group.com;
shawn.w.michno@us.pwcglobal.com; Iccanob9@cs.com;
elainamorris5@yahoo.com; papa_maria@hotmail.com
Subject: Fwd: FW: Athletes NOT going to Sydney in 2000

----

>
>
>
>
(See attached file: GOLD.mpg)
(See attached file: BRONZE.mpg)
(See attached file: SILVER.mpg)
(See attached file: javelin.mpg)

 - GOLD.mpg
 - BRONZE.mpg
 - SILVER.mpg
 - javelin.mpg


Sara,

We're waiting on Shifali Sharma for this info.  She is our Risk person for
the Crude Desk.  There are going to be quite a few Traders and Books.  All
deals that are Financial will be booked as ENA (RMT if internal).  I'm not
sure if that's what your looking for as far as question 3 below.

We'll forward the other info along as soon as we get it.

Joe

From: Sara Shackleton on 02/12/2001 11:19 AM
To: Larry Joe Hunter/HOU/ECT@ECT
cc:
Subject: WTI-Brent trades

Joe:  Can you provide me with this information please?  Thanks.

Sara Shackleton
Enron North America Corp.
1400 Smith Street, EB 3801a
Houston, Texas  77002
713-853-5620 (phone)
713-646-3490 (fax)
sara.shackleton@enron.com
----- Forwarded by Sara Shackleton/HOU/ECT on 02/12/2001 11:19 AM -----

	Sara Shackleton
	02/08/2001 09:57 AM

		 To: Larry Joe Hunter/HOU/ECT
		 cc:
		 Subject: WTI-Brent trades

Joe:  A few questions:

1. Who trades this?
2. What book does it sit in?
3. What legal entity is that book?

Please let me know as we are comparing this to another product.  Thanks.

Sara Shackleton
Enron North America Corp.
1400 Smith Street, EB 3801a
Houston, Texas  77002
713-853-5620 (phone)
713-646-3490 (fax)
sara.shackleton@enron.com


---------------------- Forwarded by Matthew Lenhart/HOU/ECT on 11/14/2000
02:57 PM ---------------------------

"Tom Lenhart" <tlenhart@corealty.com> on 11/14/2000 01:46:02 PM
To: <jshana12@hotmail.com>
cc: <matthew.lenhart@enron.com>, <debbielatham@realtor.com>,
<tclupinski@dpdenver.com>, <llschultz3@aol.com>

Subject: Sorry, I keep getting these things.

-----Original Message-----
From: Brenda Mosley [mailto:bmosley@corealty.com]
Sent: Tuesday, November 14, 2000 1:13 PM
To: Tambra Lupinski; Tom Lenhart; J'Shana Farley; Annette Williams;
Monica Rene Quinn
Subject: FW: FW: THIS IS SCARY!!! DO IT!!

-----Original Message-----
From: Franklin, Niecie [mailto:Niecie.Franklin@marriott.com]
Sent: Tuesday, November 14, 2000 10:18 AM
To: bmosley@corealty.com; mreneq456@aol.com; Brandy Sawyer; Carla
Coleman; Chris Maston; Jennifer Kadel; Kevin Duncan; Lila MacKinney;
Peter Gerling; Shauna Betschart; Tricia Fox; Virginia Glavan
Subject: FW: FW: THIS IS SCARY!!! DO IT!!

-----Original Message-----
From: Shawn_Grandberry@r1.fws.gov [mailto:Shawn_Grandberry@r1.fws.gov]
Sent: Tuesday, November 14, 2000 9:35 AM
To: ddarmstrong16@hotmail.com; Boyd.Nyle@broadband.att.com;
QXIO@AOL.COM; zoltan_chancy@hotmail.com; jaymeson@blackplanet.com;
Zanetha.Evans@Notes.airtouch.com; nannysasa@aol.com;
Niecie.Franklin@marriott.com; lhibbert@usa.net; phadrea_ponds@usgs.gov
Subject: Fwd: FW: THIS IS SCARY!!! DO IT!!

Why Not receive Junk Mail

Subject:    THIS IS SCARY!!! DO IT!!

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Hi Vince:

Lance's telephone # is:  (512) 280-5052.


Attached are the recipes for the Church Gourmet Dinner.  I've got you down
tor the pork chops (Alicia says  to make it a mix of pork and chicken).  All
the recipes looked really good, so I thought you might want to look at them
anyway.

The directions to my house are as follows:

1.  Take 59 and exit Greenbriar like you are going to Church
2.  First light is Bissonnet, make a left on Bissonnet.
3.  Stay on Bissonnet for about 1/2 mile.  On the right you will see a gray
apartment complex called "Maryland Manor".  The street right there is
"Ashby", make a right on Ashby.
4.  The first left is Wroxton Court.  I am in the upstairs of the duplex at
1714 Wroxton Court, but you probably will just want to walk around to the
back yard.

My phone no. is case there are any problems is (713) 529-1038.  I look
forward to seeing you there!

 - Black Bean Dip.doc
 - RoastRdPepperDip.doc
 - Cheesy Herb and Garlic Bread.doc
 - ShrimpGazpacho.doc
 - PorkChopsMangoBasilSauce.doc
 - ScallopedPotatoes.doc
 - DeathbyChocolate.doc


FYI.  Thanks very much for you help on this.  Let the games begin.

Best,
Jeff
----- Forwarded by Jeff Dasovich/NA/Enron on 07/11/2001 11:26 AM -----

	Steven J Kean
	Sent by: Maureen McVicker
	07/11/2001 10:17 AM

		 To: Jeff Dasovich/NA/Enron@Enron
		 cc: skean@enron.com, Richard Shapiro/NA/Enron@Enron, Susan J
Mara/NA/Enron@ENRON, James D Steffes/NA/Enron@Enron, Karen
Denne/Enron@EnronXGate, Richard B Sanders/Enron@EnronXGate,
mpalmer@enron.com, gfergus@brobeck.com, mlk@pkns.com, Scott Govenar
<sgovenar@govadv.com>, hgovenar@govadv.com
		 Subject: FINAL

Attached is the final letter.  Please note - there was a small change at the
top of page 2.


Shona
 We have had issues in the past with Canada not informing us of all of their
Merchant investments.  For six months we chased Invasion Debt and finally
received enough information to put it on the MPR in August (only after it was
placed in Raptor I).  Also, about six months ago, John Lavorato asked about
an asset called CNR Warrants that showed up on the "hot list" but we were
told by Canada that they were going to sell it so they did not want it on the
MPR.  Today, we were told that Kyle Kitagawa wanted to sell an asset called
Genoil (approx. 4.7 million shares).  Again, we did not know that they owned
this investment.  We have contacted Donna Lowry about Genoil because Beau
Canada is on the restricted list and think Genoil would be, too.
 A trip to Canada may be necessary in order to reinforce our full disclosure
policies regarding the MPR.  Please let me know if I can provide any
additional information.

David M.
---------------------- Forwarded by David Maxwell/HOU/ECT on 09/19/2000 11:45
AM ---------------------------

	From:  Derek Lynn                           09/19/2000 11:44 AM

To: David Maxwell/HOU/ECT@ECT, Adarsh Vakharia/HOU/ECT@ECT
cc: Kyle Kitagawa/CAL/ECT@ECT, Jai Hawker
Subject: Genoil addition to MPR

As a result of a distribution from Beau Canada Exploration Inc. to its
shareholders JEDI I now owns 4,666,667 Genoil Inc. shares (ticker GNO on the
Toronto Stock Exchange) in addition to 7,000,000 Beau Canada Exploration
shares.

Beau Canada owned an interest in Genoil Inc..  In August Beau announced that
it was going to distribute its ownership in Genoil to Beau shareholders.
Each Beau Canada shareholder received 2/3 of a Genoil share for each Beau
share.


Ava, please be sure this is on my calendar.  Thanks. Lynn
---------------------- Forwarded by Lynn Blair/ET&S/Enron on 06/21/2001 04:38 PM ---------------------------
From:	Larry Berger/ENRON@enronXgate on 06/20/2001 07:52 AM
To:	Kathy Sturr/ET&S/Enron@ENRON, Katherine Perry/ET&S/Enron@ENRON, Diana Porter/ET&S/Enron@ENRON, Tangie Dykes/ET&S/Enron@ENRON, Alice Johnson/ET&S/Enron@ENRON, Rick Dietz/ENRON@enronXgate
cc:	Lynn Blair/ET&S/Enron@ENRON, Ava Garcia/ET&S/Enron@Enron

Subject:	FW: Monthly Acctg Meeting

The Room has changed to EB 4194

 -----Original Message-----
From: 	Berger, Larry
Sent:	Monday, June 18, 2001 10:50 AM
To:	Sturr, Kathy; Perry, Katherine; Porter, Diana; Dykes, Tangie; Johnson, Alice; Dietz, Rick
Cc:	Blair, Lynn; Garcia, Ava
Subject:	Monthly Acctg Meeting

The Monthly Accounting meeting will be held on:

Friday, June 22
1:30-3:00
EB 4102

Larry


Daniel Hyde
107 Quaker Rd.
Saint George, SC 29477
danhyde@mindspring.com

To Mr. Ken Lay,

I'm writing to urge you to donate the millions of dollars you made from selling Enron stock before the company declared bankruptcy to funds, such as Enron Employee Transition Fund and REACH, that benefit the company's employees, who lost their retirement savings, and provide relief to low-income consumers in California, who can't afford to pay their energy bills.  Enron and you made millions out of the pocketbooks of California consumers and from the efforts of your employees.

Indeed, while you netted well over a $100 million, many of Enron's employees were financially devastated when the company declared bankruptcy and their retirement plans were wiped out.  And Enron made an astronomical profit during the California energy crisis last year.  As a result, there are thousands of consumers who are unable to pay their basic energy bills and the largest utility in the state is bankrupt.

The New York Times reported that you sold $101 million worth of Enron stock while aggressively urging the company's employees to keep buying it.  Please donate this money to the funds set up to help repair the lives of those Americans hurt by Enron's underhanded dealings.

Sincerely,

Daniel Hyde


---------------------- Forwarded by Elliot Mainzer/PDX/ECT on 01/30/2001
11:10 AM ---------------------------

	Enron Capital & Trade Resources Corp.

	From:  "Winston Goodbody" <wgoodbody@hotmail.com>
01/28/2001 09:28 PM

To: wgoodbody@hotmail.com
cc:
Subject: Update from First Leg

Hi All,

Here's a preview of a story that should be going up on our site soon.

Win

======

Greater Yellowstone Ski Traverse

Update for Leg 1: South Pass to Cora

By Win Goodbody

The weather gods must have been in a good mood.  Maybe they had a good New
Year,s party.  On previous trips to the Wind River Range I had grown
accustomed to spending large blocks of time in the tent, waiting for storm
after storm to subside.  If one of every two days was suitable for venturing
outside, I considered it a bit of luck.  But this time was different.  In
the middle of January we enjoyed an amazing 18 consecutive days of good
weather for our 130 mile ski traverse of the Wind River Range.

The drive south toward Lander, WY revealed an alarming lack of snow, both in
the mountains and lower down where we hoped to start.  This has not been a
good winter so far in the Yellowstone region, and we wondered what
conditions would be like in the Wind Rivers.  Luckily, with the final gain
in elevation as we neared the Continental Divide and South Pass, enough
coverage materialized for us to ski away from the car.  We had day packs and
70 pound sleds.

Starting out with an approach of several days across lowlands was an
interesting way to ease into the trip.  Instead of driving right up to the
base of the mountains, we had to work a little bit to get there.  Even
though we were on open range with scattered trees, this was some of the
trickiest route finding we would encounter anywhere on the route.
Steep-sided drainages and mini-gorges suddenly appeared in the otherwise
mildly rolling terrain, requiring detours and delays.

For a few days we thrashed across the prairie landscape, moving toward
distant peaks that didn,t seem to be getting much closer.  The 10 or 12
inches of snow on the ground were completely rotten, and our movement was
half skiing, half snowshoeing.  Each step sank to the ground, and ski tips
snagged in exposed sage brush.  When we came upon a perfectly groomed but
empty Continental Divide Snowmobile trail, we took advantage of it to
quickly reach the Little Sandy drainage, our entrance to the mountains.

We were by now settling into our routines: relearning winter camping skills,
dividing repetitive tasks, and adjusting to the cold.  With only about 11
hours of daylight, our schedule was remarkably busy.  It was a struggle to
get moving by 10 each morning even though we got up at 7.  Lunchtime arrived
immediately.  Just as quickly the sun dipped behind a peak and it was time
to make camp.  After eating dinner we scurried into our down bags for a 12
hour sleep.  The days flew by, and we focused on putting miles beneath the
sleds while the good weather lasted, not knowing it would last indefinitely.
  We were comfortable, but every waking moment was occupied and there was no
time for relaxing.  We seemed to be always on the move.

The price to be paid for clear sunny days is clear cold nights, and about a
week into the range, when we were up above 10,000 feet nearly all the time,
we had our first taste of real cold.  It was the night we camped in the
Cirque of the Towers, and we were in our floorless cook tent.  We had
excavated a basement a few feet down to the ice of Lonesome Lake.  Except
for the entranceway, all the sides of the tent were flush with the snow
surface, and with both stoves going it was pleasantly warm inside.

After dinner as we sat reading I sensed some sort of change.  Then I knew
what it was.  Searing cold air was draining into the tent and spilling
across the floor like a poisonous gas.  You could feel it cool your face,
try to get inside your clothes, turn your water bottle into a frozen brick.
I imagined my candle snuffing out, refusing to burn at such an obscene
temperature.  I went outside to check my key chain thermometer under a sky
of blazing stars.  The cheap gadget was maxed out.  It was at least )25 F.
The cold was like a deafening air raid siren.  There was no escaping it.

That same cold was to stay with us most nights and mornings for the next 8
or 9 days.  In the evening before going to bed I would check the
thermometer.  All the red fluid was huddled in the ball at the bottom, too
scared to try for a run up toward the numbers.  It was the same each
morning.  The daily temperature swings were tremendous.  We would go from
)25 F (or lower) to 20 F in a matter of hours in the morning.  The warm
midday sun was always a relief, but it didn,t last.  Our joy at being able
to ski along in just a shirt was tempered by the knowledge we would soon be
wearing every layer of clothing we possessed.  In the evenings, as soon as
the sun went down the temperature headed south with merciless speed.

Deep cold is to the sense of touch what the Grand Teton or Old Faithful or a
radiant sunrise are to the sense of sight.  It is truly an amazing natural
phenomenon to be reckoned with.  We marveled at it again and again, this
thing you cannot see or hear or smell.  It is both beautiful and horrifying,
an undeniably authentic experience that leaves an imprint on your memory,
but with luck not on your toes or fingers.  It might be hard to explain why
it is a fascinating spectacle to behold, but there is no denying that it is.
  As the days went by, we became students of this strange, invisible force.
But of course we still got cold every day.

Our good weather continued, and we knocked off high pass after high pass on
our voyage north.  Some days we even crossed two passes and multiple
drainages.  For mid winter, we were really moving fast.  With so little snow
on the ground, at least we were not delayed by having to worry about
avalanches.  Without consciously deciding to do so, we were in fact
traveling harder during the day, stopping later each night, and spending
less time readying a good camp.  More and more we were going flat out all
day and then just collapsing at night to wake the next morning and do it
again.

Our traverse was imperceptibly developing all the classic symptoms of what I
have come to know as a death march.  Though a death march typically occurs
at the end of a tour when the desire to exit is so strong it can make you go
all day or all night without thinking of the consequences, a death march can
also occur at any time during a trip.  For example, if you discover you
haven,t brought enough food you might need to go full bore for days on end.
Or maybe you hear a storm is coming and decide to turn on the after burner
to reach a safe haven.  Probably the defining characteristic of a death
march is that you never intend to get into one to begin with.  But there
comes a point when, like an investigator, you step back for a minute,
examine the evidence of your daily life, and it suddenly dawns on you that a
death march is in full swing and you are powerless to stop it.  The horror!
The horror!

At the outset of the leg, we were putting in good days because we wanted to
get up into the high peaks where the real trip would begin.  Once we were
there, we wanted to put in some good days while the weather lasted, to make
some progress before the inevitable endless blizzard that would surely
descend.  After we had been going about 10 days and did some math based on
the miles we had covered and what still lay ahead, we realized that we would
not have time to exit as we had originally planned.  In fact even after
cutting off some substantial passes and distance, it was still going to be
all we could do to make it out in the time allotted.  So we decided to put
in more good days.   We always had a reason for not resting, for going hard
day after day.  One night while thawing my foot out over the stove, I
realized we were not going to have a single rest day.  We were going for it.
  We had gotten sucked in.  We were on a death march.

The long days alone would have been manageable, but we had a growing problem
that was interfering with our ability to recover and rest each night.  Our
sleeping bags were filling with ice, which impaired their ability to loft
and hence insulate us.  This is a common problem in extreme cold.  As you
sleep, you radiate moisture and heat.  The moisture passes through your
sleeping bag and escapes into the air.

When it is very cold, however, the temperature difference between the air
inside your bag and the air outside is too great for moisture to pass
through the bag,s outer skin.  As moisture goes to move that last millimeter
from the comfortable 70 F temperature inside the bag to the outside air, it
gets walloped with a 100 degree temperature difference (let,s say it,s )30 F
out).  Instead of escaping, the moisture freezes on the inside of the bag,s
outer shell.  This problem seems to be worse with high tech laminate
materials designed to impede the flow of moisture (usually rain) into the
bag from the outside.

This is a cumulative condition and gets worse each day as another night,s
moisture is added to what is already frozen in the bag.  Unless the bag is
thawed out and dried, there is no solution, and you will reach a point where
all insulating qualities have been lost and you are better of just sleeping
on your insulated pad in your clothes.  We had already taken to wearing most
of our clothes inside our sleeping bags, and this just barely worked.
Still, more and more of each night was spent tossing and desperately
huddling into some new contorted position in an attempt to avoid feeling the
hideous cold of yet another clear night.

As light at the end of the tunnel appeared, our daytime efforts reached a
fever pitch.  Day 12, 8.5 miles.  Day 13, 9 miles.  Day 14, 7 miles.  Day
15, 9.5 miles.  And these were by no means easy flat miles.  They were
trailbreaking miles up and down passes, all above 10,000 feet.  Reaching the
entrance to Titcomb Basin, we veered northwest toward the origin of the
Green River at Peak Lake.  Originally we had planned to go north from
Titcomb past Gannett Peak as far as Downs Mountain, the last peak above
13,000 feet in the Winds, before falling off to the west down Roaring Fork,
eventually reaching the Green River drainage.  But because of time, low
snow, and a desire to live we had altered our course to head directly down
the Green.

Going over the top at Cube Rock Pass, we caught a glimpse thousands of feet
down the Green River drainage.  The end was near but we were still looking
at another two days to get to Green River Lakes campground, where we hoped
to solicit a snowmobile ride for the remaining 20 miles to our car in Cora.
The view down the upper Green as it plummets from near Peak Lake is
shocking.  We silently gazed 10 miles down a classic, deeply carved, thickly
forested valley wedged between impassable rocks walls.  Toward their
northern end the Winds turn into a series of high, broad plateaus above
11,000 feet, and the chief difficulty exiting is finding some way down.
Many of the drainages that cut this plateau are gorges, sheer cliffs, or
other features unfriendly to ski tourers with sleds.  As we had changed our
exit route, we had not gone all the way north to the real plateaus.  But
even here getting down was going to take some doing.

Day 16 was the first time we allowed that most cruel of thoughts to enter
our minds: perhaps this was the day we would get out.  Eating pizza in
Jackson tonight?  Sleeping indoors, not encased in an ice tomb?  No more
holding frozen body parts over an open flame?  Perhaps.  We slowly suffered
up Vista Pass, where the summer trail leaves the Green River for about 8
miles and descends a neighboring creek.  I had got into the habit over the
last few days of proclaiming that some feature or other was &really going to
be the last uphill8.  Usually as soon as this sentence hit the air we would
round a corner to glimpse another uphill ahead.  But I was undeterred by
past failed prophecies and once again suggested to Joe that &this is it8.
He said nothing.

Whereas early in the trip I felt strong and had been happy to break trail
for hours at a time, the death march and lack of sleep had taken their toll
and the wheels were coming off.  I had no enthusiasm for leading.  I felt
like the walking dead and just wanted to follow, my eyes locked on a track
in front of me, legs trudging on automatic pilot.  But as I grew weaker, Joe
became unstoppable.  He was increasingly pulling the boat over the final
days, and I was happy to let him. Especially going downhill though tricky,
steep sections he raced far ahead.  Perhaps it was a desire to escape my
singing that drove him forward.  I sang many pop songs, past and present,
but refused to sing Neil Diamond, Joe,s favorite artiste.  As this disputed
issue festered, Joe seemed eager to put more and more distance between the
two of us.

As it turns out, Vista Pass really was the last uphill, and now it was time
to go down.  After a few hours of easy traversing, we lost the trail and
decided to descend a steeply falling stream choked with enormous boulders.
Seemed like a good idea at the time I guess.  Joe was in front, skiing
straight downstream and stopping only for the most absurd drops.  He was
soon out of sight.  Following his track was a bit of an eye opener.  It felt
like the cartoon where you come upon a set of ski tracks that split around a
tree.  In leather boots and telemark bindings with a large sled, Joe was
sticking 4 and 5 foot drops.  I stared in disbelief at the smooth sled track
that went over the top of a boulder, then straight down for a few feet, then
continued on.  I had more solid AT gear, but there was no way I was doing
that.  I was sure I,d break a ski.

Later, Joe confided that the way he,d been able to descend these boulders
was to surf down sloughs of snow.  As he went over the tops of rocks, snow
would slide off and cushion his descent and landing.  But as the second guy
down the course, I enjoyed none of this extra padding.  It was all gone.
Instead of using the Hartney straightline method, I tried side stepping down
from the top of the boulder, turning my skis perpendicular to the fall line
that my sled wanted so desperately to follow at great speed.

It didn,t work too well.  Shorn of most of their snow, the boulders, it
turned out, were covered with glare ice.  Again and again I would be just
about to take the final step down when my skis would slip.  I fell over my
skis downhill, face-planting in the stream bed.  The sled then crashed on
top of me.  I struggled to release skis and waist belts.  Once I had to get
out my shovel and dig to find a pole that went astray in a particularly
juicy fall.  To make matters worse, I was getting wet from these repeated
snow baths.

Some time during this carefree afternoon I looked down and noticed that
where the solid metal tow bars of my sled connected to the plastic hull
there was a grave problem.  The connection points were tearing away from the
body and threatened to come off altogether.  When and if that happened, I
would be reduced to fashioning a rope and stick contraption to bind the sled
to my body.  I shuddered to think what such a caveman era contraption might
do to our progress and tried to face plant less often on the rest of my
stream run.

At last the track I was following left the creek, and I thrashed down into
dense woods where I found Joe looking at the map and having a snack.  It
looked like he,d been there for quite a while.  I waited for some sign from
him that maybe the creek had been kind of tough.  Nothing.  I acted
nonchalant:  &That was fun.8  &Yeah,8 Joe said.  &I broke my sled it looks
like,8 I countered.  &Oh really?8  Finally, I had to ask.  &Did you fall at
all back there?8  &What?8  He was looking at the map.  &Oh, no.  I did have
to slow down at one point though.8  Here I,d spent the last hour egg
beatering down the creek like someone just introduced to skis.  And Joe had
to slow down once.  The poor kid.

Needless to say, we didn,t make it out that day.  But we did make it to the
valley floor.  Flat ground at last!  Now I could claim that there would be
no more uphill or downhill.  But all was not yet goodness and light, and we
soon found ourselves wallowing in some of the worst snow imaginable.  Deeper
than the snow we had battled through at South Pass, it exhibited the same
general characteristics.  Deeply rotten and unsupportable, yet dense and
heavy, it was nearly impossible to move through.  We were snowshoeing again,
pulling our ski tips out of the snow at each step and stepping on the
surface, only to sink down a foot.  Pure hell.  Too spice up what promised
to be hours, and possibly days, of fun battling our way out, I decided to
make a quick sight seeing trip to the other side of the Green River.  After
plunging through the ice and almost losing a ski in the swift flowing
current, I reluctantly came back across and started sloshing down the trail
like a good boy.  My skins were now coated with ice which removed any
possibility of sliding on them.  Oh well.  That night we made a fire and fed
it with prehistoric glee, which somewhat warmed our outlook and dried my
boots.  But we still weren,t out.

Day 17.  Joe and I don,t need to verbalize this, but it,s just sort of
understood that there is absolutely no way we are not making it out today.
No chance of not getting out today.  Nope.  I mean zero chance.  We even get
up in the dark for an early start to ensure that no matter what the day may
throw at us (earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, meteors, etc.) we are still
making it out.  As I flee the ice bag, I notice it,s only )10 F down here in
the sultry valley.

Even though he broke trail most of yesterday, Joe is out in front again.
The snow is worse than ever.  Somehow even with a trail to follow I can,t
really keep up.  I occupy myself with bitter, frivolous &Well, at least
we,re not getting attacked by a moose8 kind of thoughts.  I look around for
some small forest creature to curse at.  Anything to divert attention from
the pain in my feet and legs.  Damn pikas.  Bloody chipmunks.  But there,s
nothing about.  Staggering along, I feel almost like a third party to our
plight, like I,m watching it on tv.  Tra la la.  This is pretty fun, I lie
to myself.

But our suffering pays off.  We come upon a lake.  Could this be Green River
Lakes?  We consult the map.  Surely there must be some mistake.  I wait for
Joe to inform me that we,ve made a wrong turn and are actually in northern
British Columbia, hundreds of miles from the nearest road.  But no.  As if a
ramp of light had descended from parted clouds to our feet, the lake lies
there like a highway.  Trumpets are sounding.  Angels are fluttering above
motioning us forward.  Not only will trail breaking be easier, we now have
certifiable proof that we are only 4 miles from Green River Lakes
campground, a snowmobiling mecca.  It,s only about 1 pm and clear and sunny.
  Surely there will be hundreds of people out on a day like this, even if it
is a Tuesday.  We have visions of having to fight back hordes of attractive
female snowmachiners, all clamoring to be the ones who will give us a ride
back to Cora, 20 miles distant.  We,ll probably need flak jackets.

We pick up the pace.  Or rather Joe picks up the pace.  Apparently he thinks
he may still have a good chance of competing in some nordic events in the
2002 Olympics in Salt Lake, because he,s going down the lake like a rocket.
He,s not even going in a straight line.  He,s swerving all over the place,
going like a madman for the finish line.  He doesn,t care because WE ARE
GETTING OUT TODAY!  One thing I do have going for me is that I can plot a
straight course for the point where we will exit the first lake, so I regain
some time.  We cross the first lake.  There are ski tracks in the snow.
Humans!  At the second lake, where the wilderness boundary ends, I am about
as happy as I have ever been to see snowmobile tracks all over the place.
But strangely, ominously, no machines.

At 3 pm we are at the campground.  Snowmobile tracks everywhere.  It,s just
a matter of time, I tell myself.  They,ll be here.  We reach the far end of
the campground where the road heads off for Cora and do some gear
rearranging, readying ourselves for that magic ride.  We scatter things all
over the road, effectively blockading it.  Nobody is getting by here without
picking us up.  The sun is still shining and it,s downright warm.  As a
little joke, I take my sleeping bag out and set it on a tarp to begin the
drying process which, I imagine, will really kick into gear in about three
hours when we,re back in Joe,s living room in Jackson and have turned up the
thermostat to about 85 F.  Just a bit of fun putting the bag out like this.
I mean, it,s not like we,re going to need the thing tonight.

Total silence.  Wonder where they are, these +bilers?  Must be a local
tradition to stop at this time each afternoon for a moment of silence or
something.  We start getting a little upset.  Almost indignant.  Don,t these
people know how to have fun?  Where are they?  A day this beautiful and
noone,s out on their machines?  Where is everyone, off cross country skiing
or something?  Sun,s going down now.  For god,s sake WHERE ARE THEY?!

And then, just as faint as the sound of a mosquito, we hear it.  A little
buzz.  Was that the wind?  No, I still hear it.  Could it be a ( plane?
Buzz.  Buzz.  Buzzzzzzz.  No sound could be more soothing, more friendly,
more welcome at that moment than this: the sound of not one but several two
stroke engines heading our way.

We finally crack.  Screams, high fives, arms raised.  Hysteria, release.  We
knew it!  We knew we,d make it out tonight!  Victory is ours!  We are going
to live!  After a minute or two I realize that maybe if I stop shouting and
set about repacking the crap I,ve strewn all over the road we,ll look a
little more appealing.  A little more like someone these gracious, heroic,
good-natured +bilers will want to pick up.  I lower my arms, wipe the tears
off my face, and start jamming the ice bag back into its stuff sack.

We start cleaning up.  In an instant we are already mentally back in
Jackson.  Back in town.  Back indoors.  As if transported by a futuristic
machine, we are no longer at a remote trailhead 20 miles away from a town of
maybe 200 people in the middle of nowhere in Wyoming.  We are home.  We are
warm.  We are about to have dinner.  Joe,s in the shower.  I,m checking my
email.  Beam me up, Scotty.

For some reason the +bilers (there are 4 of them) have stopped almost a mile
short of our little shanty town and have turned off their machines.  Now
that doesn,t look good.  The sun has just gone behind a peak, and in about
15 minutes the temperature will go into freefall.  We can,t imagine why
anyone would come the 20 miles out here and not go all the way to the lake,
which is on the other side of us.  They,re probably playing a game of
rock-paper-scissors to decide who will be the lucky two to host us on the
ride back, but we are sure not taking any chances.  Maybe they just haven,t
seen us.  Before I can suggest that he,d probably enjoy some brisk skiing
after such a slack 17 days, Joe has stripped off his skins and is skating
down the road toward our motorized friends to make sure all is well with,
uh, you know, the pickup and the ride back and everything.

I get out my telephoto lens to watch and maybe document this historic
meeting.  I,m sure that as soon as he gets the aok I,ll be hearing a lot of
noise from Joe.  I imagine the bilers, responses:  &You skied 130 miles from
where?  Good lord, son, you get on the back of this machine and we,re going
back to my place for a full blown steak dinner right now.  Here, I,ll just
call ahead and get that in the works.8  &Now wait just a minute there, Bill.
  Who said we,re going to your place?  We,re having it at my house.8
&Jimmy, over my dead body.  We,re going to my house and we,re having a
dinner and dance, and then we,re taking them to Vegas for a week.  And if
anyone else tries to contribute one penny to the expense, there,s going to
be a fight.  It,s all on me.8  &Sorry, Bobby, but it,s just not going to be
like that at all.  We,re going to my place, we,re eating for two days, and
then I,m taking them to meet the Governor before we head to Acapulco for a
week.  And I,ll be damned if my two daughters aren,t coming with us.8  I
start to get a warm fuzzy feeling.  These are my people!  I,m determined to
try snowmobiling as soon as possible.  Maybe even convert.  Screw this
skiing stuff.  I want horsepower!  I start singing as I pack up my sled.

The first sign of trouble is when the four riders start their machines and
set off headed toward me.  But Joe remains standing in place like a fence
post.  He,s not moving at all.  I figure he,s just so bowled over by all the
outlandish offers of hospitality we,ve received that he,s wondering how
we,re going to be able to make it out of Cora in less than a week.  What
with all the parades, barbecues, snowmobiling with the mayor, square dances,
and motivational talks at the high school, we may have to push back the next
leg of our Yellowstone traverse by at least a few days.  Here come the
+bilers.  Joe is still doing his frozen in place routine.  This does not
look good.

I reluctantly clear a path to let the four riders through our barricade.
Well, they may be getting to the lake, I think, but they can,t get out.  The
most worrisome thing is that they do not stop to talk to me, and only one
even waves.  No eye contact at all.  That,s alright, I think.  Out of
consideration for us they,re hurrying as fast as they can to get a glimpse
of the lake and then they,re going to zip back and get us.  We,ll talk back
at their place.  They just don,t want us to spend a single additional minute
outside.  How kind of them.  That,s why they didn,t stop.

Then it hits me.  The music stops, the needle goes screeching across the
record.  We,re in trouble here.  Something is terribly, terribly wrong.
This is just not how people who are about to bring us home to feast with
their extended family should be acting.  Joe is moving now at least.  He has
taken his skis off and is walking back toward me at a very slow speed.  I
shout to him, &Well?8  No response.  &Joe?8  &JOE!8  I repeatedly shout at
him as he approaches within 100 yards.  He,s not answering.  God this looks
bad!  I instantly readjust my internal fun meter from being back in Jackson
watching tv to Defcon 5.  I,ve been yanked out of the shower and I,m at the
North Pole having just been given the news that the pickup flight is not
coming and we have to make the 1400 mile trek home by dogsled.  And we don,t
have any sled dogs so we,ll be using marmots instead.  It,s pretty clear we
are not getting a ride back with the boys.

Joe confirms this with very few words when he arrives.  The party consisted
of a Wyoming guide and three clients from Michigan.  The guide mumbled some
bologna about how he could lose his license if anyone saw him giving us a
ride.  Joe kind of tried to laugh this one off at first but then realized
the guy was serious.  He did not want to help us, who knows why.  This
outcome was so unexpected and so incomprehensible to us that we just sat
there at first.  It was like a truck coming across someone in the Sahara
Desert.  &Sorry, I,d love to pick you up, but you might put your feet on the
dash and smudge the leather.8  Would any skier coming across a broken down
snowmobiler 20 miles from the road refuse to help, refuse to lend a hand in
any way?  We couldn,t fathom this.  Where was the back country fellowship,
the shared camaraderie of a couple of hearty souls out in Wyoming,s
wildness?  Sorry.  It wasn,t there this time.  We were crushed.

The previously valiant ambassadors of world peace and brotherhood, now
hateful, bubble-headed practitioners of an idiotic, environmentally damaging
sport, came roaring back from the lake on their gas pigs.  I stared at them
menacingly.  They did not stop.  Good thing for them.  We spent 20 minutes
on tirades and diatribes best not recalled in print, and then we got out our
pathetic list of options.  We had already gone about 10 miles that day.  I
don,t know about Joe, but after 17 straight days of going for it, I was a
mess.  It was 4:00 pm.  Another 20 miles separated us from the car and
salvation.  We could either camp and continue in the morning, or keep going
a little further until dark.  Or, of course, we could commit to the grand
finale death march.

We decided on the death march.  We would eat dinner, pack it up, and go
until we got to the car.  Just another 20 miles.  It wouldn,t be so bad.  A
rational person might have pointed out that we were looking at a 30 mile day
(and night), but our thinking was not exactly sharp as a laser.  From step
1, I knew it was a mistake for me, but Joe definitely had the fire for
getting out.  We set off at nearly full speed with evening coming on and
rich alpenglow coating all peaks in sight.  Every step hurt.  Every minute I
wanted to stop.  I lasted about an hour before seriously considering
stopping for the night.  Another key characteristic of the death march is
that one person wants to do it and the other really doesn,t but just goes
along with it.  It was clear who was in which role.  This was sort of a new
experience for me, for I usually played the guy trying to get the other to
keep going.  Not this time.  I knew Joe was not going to be happy when he
heard I wanted to stop.

For a seeming eternity I heard myself mouthing the words, &I think we should
stop.8  But I held on.  Just another step.  Take another step and see how it
felt.  It felt bad.  My feet were on fire.  My legs were slightly numb down
the sides.  I was hobbling.  I felt about as comfortable on skis as Woody
Allen.  But the worst thing was that we had no way to measure our progress.
We did not recognize the route, could not assess how much farther, had no
landmarks.  It could be another hour or another 10.  I had myself convinced
we could ski four miles an hour.  By that math, we should be able to reach
Cora in time for last call.  Or at least in time to round up an angry mob of
torch-bearing villagers to go hunt down the four +bilers who were guilty of
crimes against humanity and must pay!

Darkness.  Temperature down to a cheery )10 F.  Real heat wave here in the
shadow of the Wind River Range.  It,s another clear, windless night on the
range as we slowly, painfully make our way out of the mountains.  The ice
hard road crunches under our skis.  Dead silence otherwise.  At last, the
pyschological brutality of simply not knowing how much longer breaks me, and
2
 hours into the death march, even though I have convinced myself we must
be half way, I mouth the words.  I,m not asking, I,m telling.  As selfish as
that may be, I can,t go on.  I know Joe is severely displeased, but he
agrees silently, and we stop to set up the tent.  In 10 minutes we are
huddling in the ice bags, praying for warmth.

Looking back, I am amazed we survived as long as we did on the trip with our
sleeping bags considering the state they were in.  Usually the bag is a safe
house, a place to go when all else goes wrong, a place to retreat to.  But
in our case it was the opposite.  Because the weather was so perfect, the
days were our sanctuary, the place we could recover from our torment in the
bags and get warm again.  Had it not been for the perfect weather, we could
not have lasted.  But we managed to just barely hang on and tolerate our
sleeping bags as they became of less and less use each day.

Until they were of no use whatsoever.  Inside the tent, we are both
thrashing around in our bags fully clothed.  I put on my down jacket inside
the bag for the first time.  Luckily we both have down pants which we have
been wearing to sleep for more than a week.  The bags are doing more harm
than good at this point, but we don,t really get that.  The thought doesn,t
occur to us to try sleeping without the bags.  It,s obvious that neither one
of us is asleep or headed anywhere remotely near sleep.  For the first time
on the trip I am not satisfactorily warm at night.  I can survive, but it is
not going to be comfortable.  Maybe we,d be better off going for the car.  I
can,t face that unknown quantity.  Another 2
 hours?  More?  I realize we
are looking at a sleepless night: 9 hours of waiting for the sun to come
back around.

After an hour Joe announces he can,t sleep and wants to keep going.  He,s
wet and cold and getting worse in the ice bag.  We talk about it and decide
he will go for the car and I will stay the night, continuing at first light.
  The thought of getting out of the bag, cold as it is, putting on frozen
boots, hitching up the sled and continuing almost makes me want to get
physically ill, but Joe still has something left.  He departs at 9 pm, back
out into the cold, clear Wyoming night.

I drift in and out of sleep.  I actually do attain some warmth, but somehow
I am also getting wet.  Must have slipped off my pad.  Don,t care.  I am
cramped and crippled, a few limbs need blood, but rolling over acts like a
huge vacuum that takes away any heat I have, so I lie still.  My watch says
3 am when I check it.  Only another few hours and I'll be on my way.  I even
consider getting up right then and continuing but don,t.  I think of Joe and
the brutal death march he must have faced, or might still be facing.  Hope
he makes it.  I drift off again.

4:30 am.  I hear a noise.  Sounds like an engine.  It,s not a snowmobile.
Not high-pitched enough.  Sounds like( a car!  In the space of one minute I
go from sleeping to wide awake and out of the ice bag.  I know exactly
what,s happened, and I am ecstatic.  It,s Joe!  He has driven the car back
down the snowmobile trail to get me!  Bugles are sounding and the cavalry is
thundering over the hill, flags all around.  No time is spent wondering
exactly how Joe got the car here.  Before he has it turned around I am out
of the tent and furiously packing my sled.

We have the tent down and my gear in the car in under five minutes.  I slip
under skis and sled poles into the passenger seat and want to cry when I
feel the heat blast from inside.  Joe,s had the heater on high for hours.
We head off with music playing and Joe hands me a glazed donut.  The
contrast is too stark.  It can,t be real.  I keep waiting to wake up in
northern Iceland with the tent blown to shreds and our bags frozen hard as
coffins.  But I am awake, and we are homeward bound at last.

Joe happily relates his tale like he,s telling me who won the Super Bowl,
and I look for a bullet to bite down on to stop my screams.  He left the
tent to resume the death march at 9 pm.  We figured we were half way, so he
was looking at another two or three hours at most.  More than five hours
after leaving the tent, close to 2:30 am, Joe reached the car.  It started.
Just the thought of going that long, not knowing whether it might have been
another five hours, is too much for me to consider.  Suddenly all my past
death march experiences were transformed into happy jaunts in the country
with birds chirping in comparison with Joe,s saga.

After starting the car, Joe made for a local convenience store and stocking
up on junk food and coffee, then returned to the trailhead.  At Green River
Lakes we had joked how the snowmobile trail was hard enough to drive on.
Noticing there was no gate between the parking lot and trail, Joe eased his
Ford Escort up onto the trail.  The car didn,t sink in at all.  He kept
going and was soon whizzing down the trail.  &So how far was it from the
tent to the car?  Did you measure?8 I asked.  &12 miles.8

With the heater on full and early morning of our 18th day starting to show
itself in the rosy eastern sky, we point the car toward a breakfast of eggs,
bacon, and pancakes.  We had gotten away with murder and we knew it.  Never
in our wildest dreams could we have hoped for such good weather.  We had
done nothing to deserve it.  But with this unprecedented window thrown open
to us, we had breached the Wind River Range,s defenses and squeaked through.
  In January.

Joe pops in a Neil Diamond tape and starts singing along.  I,ve got some
things to learn from this guy.
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Please don't email to the parties below until we have a final conversation.

Sara Shackleton
Enron North America Corp.
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Houston, Texas  77002
713-853-5620 (phone)
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	Caroline Abramo@ENRON
	04/25/2001 06:42 AM

		 To: Sara Shackleton/HOU/ECT@ECT, Carol St Clair/HOU/ECT@ECT, Frank
Sayre/ENRON_DEVELOPMENT@ENRON_DEVELOPMENT
		 cc: Fred Lagrasta/HOU/ECT@ECT, Paul Radous/Corp/Enron
		 Subject: Valentis and CD Holdings

Please send the draft ISDAS to:

Marty Lifgren- mlifgr@wexford.com
Charles Davidson- cdavid@wexford.com

We agreed that the fastest way to proceed wwas to send the ISDA or can we
still send the deemed ISDA?.


Below is the proposed agenda for the next TARL meeting:

1.  Update on Singapore license fee and Pioneer status (Jan Haizmann)

2.  Tax analysis of trading Hong Kong bandwidth through other trading desk
entities (Wayne Gardner)

3.  Licensing of EBS L.P. for trading Canadian bandwidth (Sue Nord)

4.  Status of bandwidth trading in Latin America.  (Sue Nord and Wayne
Gardner)

5.  Licensing the US and UK trading desks (in addition to the Singapore desk)
to trade in Asia and Latin America.  (Jan Haizmann and Sue Nord)

W. Wayne Gardner
Enron Broadband Services
1400 Smith Street
Houston, TX  77002-7361
Phone:  713 853 3547
Fax:  713 646 2532


I keep getting "insufficient memory" messages on my computer.  And that's
without running Dynegy Direct.

The IT guy said I need one of the following
1.  New super duper computer
2.  More memory, my computer has 128meg of ram
3.  Run my applications on 2 cmputers like mine instead of one.


Hello Ainsley:

We are so glad you are interested!  I spoke with Vince Kaminski and the
procedure is to usually conduct a telephone interview first.  This will let
us know exactly where your interests are and establish where you might
fit within our organization.

Please let me know your availability and the best time to reach you on
Thursday (the 25th) or Friday (the 26th) afternoon from 1:00 pm to 5:00 pm.

Also please let me have the telephone number where you may reached
and we will call you.  It is easier that way since there will be several of
us involved in the interview.  The interview will usually last an hour or an
hour and a half.

Thank you Ainsley!

Sincerely,

Shirley Crenshaw
713-853-5290

"Ainsley Gaddis" <agaddis@mail.utexas.edu> on 05/23/2000 07:21:43 PM
To: "Shirley Crenshaw" <Shirley.Crenshaw@enron.com>
cc:
Subject: Re: Possible Summer Internship with Enron

Hello Ms. Crenshaw,

Thank you so much for getting back to me so quickly.  I am very interested
in meeting with Mr. Kaminski and the Research Group.  I am available to come
into the office any time Wednesday, Thursday or Friday.  Please let me know
what time is most convenient for you.  I look forward to hearing from you
soon!

Sincerely,

Ainsley Gaddis


thanks

 -----Original Message-----
From: 	Hayslett, Rod
Sent:	Wednesday, November 21, 2001 12:40 PM
To:	Saunders, James
Subject:	RE: early release

Yes for sure.

 -----Original Message-----
From: 	Saunders, James
Sent:	Wednesday, November 21, 2001 11:07 AM
To:	Hayslett, Rod
Subject:	early release

okay to provide early afternoon release to staff?


Carol - I would really like to come but unfortunately I will be leaving on
vacation (to France) on the 20th and won't be back until October.  I hear you
will be at the offsite but is there any chance we'll get a visit up here
before then?


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translated from Portuguese  exclusively for designzine*deciphers Brazil,s
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Accompanying more than a dozen other full-text articles  with images is
Almerico  de Angelis,s insight into textiles,  second-class citizenship in
the design world. He,s the editor of Modo.  Coincidentally, it,s concurrent
with New York,s Textile  Show, 30 March)2 April at the Javits  Convention
Center.

In addition, there is the easy-to-use Calendar  and a review of a little
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I'll be there

 -----Original Message-----
From: 	Cappelletto, Nella
Sent:	Tuesday, August 21, 2001 2:00 PM
To:	Brodeur, Stephane; Cowan, Mike; Clark, Chad; Disturnal, John; Draper, Lon; Downer, Robert; Lambie, Chris; Watt, Ryan; Di Stefano, Cyntia; Drozdiak, Dean; Hrap, Gerry; Oh, Grant; Sangwine, Howard; Burnham, Steven
Cc:	Le Dain, Eric; Zufferli, John; McCulloch, Angela; Huculiak, Lindsey
Subject:	Meeting on Thursday, August 23rd  re: Natural Gas Volumes/EOL Transactions (Video Room #1)

Rob has requested a meeting be scheduled on Thursday, August 23rd at 3:00 pm Calgary time, 5:00 pm Toronto time to discuss ideas on raising Enron Canada's natural gas volumes, EOL transactions and the number of customers on EOL between now and year-end.

Could you kindly confirm your attendance by replying to this E-mail as soon as possible.

Regards, Nella

Note:  Eric Le Dain and Steven Burnham will be video conferenced in from Toronto.


FYI

This is Zal's latest project for our review!

Of course the review is a rush! I know you are off-site today, so I will
handle, but if you get a chance your comments would be appreciated.

Thanks
---------------------- Forwarded by Harry M Collins/HOU/ECT on 03/03/2000
10:09 AM ---------------------------

Zal Masani
03/03/2000 09:39 AM
To: Harry M Collins/HOU/ECT@ECT
cc: Greg Woulfe/HOU/ECT@ECT
Subject:

Harry these are the pages going up on the site could you please reveiw.
The main file I need your go ahead on is the Howto file.

Thanks

Zal


So, would you recommend anywhere?

B.


There are some factual assertions in Brazos' memo that caught my eye.  I
wondered what information we have on these points:

1) at the bottom of p. 2 is a reference to a March 10, 1994 memo in which
someone claimed Tenaska planned to develop this site irrespective of Brazos.
The suggestion is that Tenaska would have an adequate remedy by selling
power elsewhere.  What is our reaction to that?

2) at the bottom of p. 5 is an assertion that we must be predicting that the
difference between market and contract prices will increase over time.  Is
that our position?  If we apply a contract v. market measure, I know we seek
to base the contract portion on the escalated contract prices, but what do
we use for market?  (Their piece of course does not address what is the
market.)

3)  in the middle of p. 6 is the claim that representations were made to
Brazos that Tenaska would earn a modest profit under the PPA.  Do we know
what that refers to?

4) at the bottom of p. 6 is a statement that under present market conditions
Brazos cannot even exercise this buyout option (presumably because its
payments under the PPA do not cause Brazos to be non-competitive).  That is
interesting.  If so, what is Brazos's complaint?

5) at the bottom of p. 7 is a claim that the option period was designed as
an alternative to Brazos's owning the plant at the end of the primary term.
What do we know about that?   What would be the effect of the pricing in the
renewal term?

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Let O'Neal know if you will be in or out so that we can get some fillers.
PL

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From: 	Winfree, O'Neal D.
Sent:	Friday, January 11, 2002 12:23 PM
To:	Love, Phillip M.
Subject:	Phil Let me know if this is ok

Gentlemen,

What:   		Let's play poker...

Where: 		The land of Pears

When:		Thursday, January 17th -- between 7-8 pm

Directions:	No key map so here goes

		288 South (please find 288 from Downtown)

		Exit McHard/Shadow Creek (hint: it's the first exit after the Beltway 8)

		Take a left onto McHard and proceed to the end of McHard

		There will be a Conoco at the first Stop sign, the next stop sign will say Country Place

		Proceed to the third stop Sign and take a left to The Lakes of Country Place

		Go to the Gurard's gate... You will visit 406 Starleaf

		Go thru the gate and Take a left on River Birch drive

		Starleaf will be the 3rd street on the right...

		My house is the 5th house on the left (in the cul de sac)...

		address 406 Starleaf	Pearland, Tx 77584
		phone: 713.436.2992	cell: 832.372.8000

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Here is the PJM Training information from the Presentation made by Andy Ott
on 11/30/00.

Thanks.


Kate,

Geir is out of the office until Monday, I will change the counterparties in
the deals for him.  If Houston asks again, you can let them know that it is
taken care of.

Thank you for the heads up...

Bill


Chris Calger and I invite you to a meeting to discuss the Dynegy merger if you were not able to attend on Monday.

	Date:   Tuesday, November 13
	Place:  Mt. Hood Conference Room
	Time:   2 p.m.

Let me know if you have any questions.


Robert Stephenson
1430 Jackson
San Francisco, CA 94109
rstephe@sun.science.wayne.edu

To Mr. Ken Lay,

I'm writing to urge you to donate the millions of dollars you made from selling Enron stock before the company declared bankruptcy to funds, such as Enron Employee Transition Fund and REACH, that benefit the company's employees, who lost their retirement savings, and provide relief to low-income consumers in California, who can't afford to pay their energy bills.  Enron and you made millions out of the pocketbooks of California consumers and from the efforts of your employees.

Indeed, while you netted well over a $100 million, many of Enron's employees were financially devastated when the company declared bankruptcy and their retirement plans were wiped out.  And Enron made an astronomical profit during the California energy crisis last year.  As a result, there are thousands of consumers who are unable to pay their basic energy bills and the largest utility in the state is bankrupt.

The New York Times reported that you sold $101 million worth of Enron stock while aggressively urging the company's employees to keep buying it.  Please donate this money to the funds set up to help repair the lives of those Americans hurt by Enron's underhanded dealings.

Sincerely,

Robert Stephenson


Susan:
Here is the revised confirm.


The word is gettng out.  SOme good Ackerman quotes.

			Energy Experts Belie Davis' Rosy Prediction
Summer expected to be crunch time

Greg Lucas, Sacramento Bureau Chief
			?
			Wednesday,?February 28, 2001

			Sacramento -- Gov. Gray Davis' optimistic assessment that California may be
on the "back side" of its energy crisis flies in the face of what many energy
companies and other experts predict.
			California's real test will come this summer when electricity usage sharply
increases, and unless everything breaks the way Davis hopes, predictions are
that large chunks of the state will be in the dark.
			"We're not on the back side of this crisis. This problem is far, far bigger
than the governor is suggesting," said Gary Ackerman, executive director for
the Western Power Trading Forum in Menlo Park.
			"To characterize the problem that way shows a recklessness that feeds on the
popular notion we don't have an energy crisis. We do. We have a very serious
one that's going to hit us as temperatures and loads go up," Ackerman said.
			The Democratic governor's comments were made Monday in Washington, D.C.,
during an East Coast visit aimed at getting Washington and Wall Street
support for his energy plan.
			He admitted more hard work is needed, but said the state is on the "back side
of the crisis" because lawmakers have passed bills needed to help lower
electricity prices.
			"Does that mean we're home free?" Davis asked yesterday. "No."
			But he again repeated that the state is on the back side of the crisis.
			That is contrary to predictions by the Independent System Operator, which
oversees the state's power market.
			On any given day in June, the ISO estimates, the state will fall 6,815
megawatts short of demand. That would put nearly 7 million homes in the dark,
if it happens.
			In July, the expected shortage is 4,685 megawatts. In August, it's 5,297
megawatts. That's if California has a normal summer. If it's hotter than
normal, the shortage grows.
			The ISO's estimates tend to be conservative and do not include Davis'
conservation goal.
			But even if a 10 percent reduction were achieved in June that would save
roughly 5,000 megawatts, the state would still be short 1,800 megawatts.
			And there are other variables.
			Depending on the snowpack and reservoir levels, hydroelectric plants may not
be able to run at full bore, which would also worsen the situation.
			"That is something the governor cannot spin his way out of," said Sen. Tom
McClintock, R-Northridge.
			Davis said a combination of new power plants and energy conservation will
help the state get through this summer.
			The clock is running. The ISO predicts shortages of 3,030 megawatts in May -
- just two months away.
			"The real electricity crisis is going to be this summer, and I don't think
we've made enough progress there," said Severin Borenstein, director of the
University of California Energy Institute.
			California won't be able to build its way out of the energy crisis by quickly
approving and building new power plants, Borenstein said.
			The ISO's demand estimates already factor in the new power plants set to come
online this summer.
			"Unless we have a very mild summer and have lots of rainfall between then and
now," Borenstein said, "we are going to face some serious shortages."
			Like Davis, Borenstein says California needs to do more to conserve energy.
Unlike Davis, he favors raising prices on big power consumers to give them an
incentive to cut back.
			But the Democratic governor may be sending Californians a mixed message.
			By telling them the worst is over, he could undercut his plan by making
people believe more conservation is unnecessary.
			Excluding what lies ahead, there are also plenty of energy issues left
unresolved right now.
			Although Davis has reached a tentative deal with Southern California Edison
on purchasing its share of the state's transmission system for $2.7 billion
-- no such deal exists with either Pacific Gas & Electric or San Diego Gas &
Electric.
			Some alternative energy producers, like co-generation plants, are shutting
down because the cash-poor utilities haven't paid them for several months. No
cash means no fuel to run the turbines that make the juice.
			Generators like Duke Energy and Reliant Energy aren't convinced the crisis
has passed.
			For starters, both companies are owed in excess of $700 million for
electricity bought by PG&E and Edison but never paid for.
			"There are a lot of issues still out there such as how much power your state
will require this summer, whether there is enough generation on the ground or
available commercially to handle the load if there is a significant spike in
demand," said Richard Wheatley, a Reliant spokesman.
			Harvey Rosenfield, head of the Foundation for Taxpayer and Consumer Rights,
has a slightly different take on whether the worst is over.
			"We've said all along it's a crisis inspired by the greed of the utilities
and the energy companies," Rosenfield said.
			"Now that taxpayers are paying $1 billion every three weeks to buy
electricity and the ratepayers are going to pay between $13 billion and $20
billion, the companies are happy and the crisis is over. What more could they
want?"
			E-mail Greg Lucas at glucas@sfchronicle.com.

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---------------------- Forwarded by David W Delainey/HOU/ECT on 11/15/2000
03:46 PM ---------------------------

bredmon@enron.com on 11/15/2000 06:37:21 AM
To: ddelain2@enron.com
cc:
Subject: Approval for reviewer

REDMOND,BRIAN L  has suggested reviewers and submitted them for your
approval.  You may review/modify this list of reviewers by logging on to PEP
at http://pep.corp.enron.com  and going to Supervisor Services.  Please
remember, no feedback can be completed on REDMOND,BRIAN L  until you have
approved the list.


We have canceled the staff meeting for next week, Tues. Dec. 19.  We are also
canceling the staff meeting scheduled Jan. 2 and Jan. 16.

We are scheduling one CAO staff meeting for January.  It will be held on
January 10 from 2:00 - 3:00.   I will let you know the location later.


Anne,

I was responding to Louise's request. I understood her request as one of identifying what we used and then deciding whether it made sense to bring them. If I can't have any of below systems we will be ok, but I will probably need one or two more people and a budget to buy a personnel database of some nature.

David
 -----Original Message-----
From: 	Koehler, Anne C.
Sent:	Thursday, December 13, 2001 3:01 PM
To:	Oxley, David
Cc:	Philpott, Charles; Davies, Neil; Schultea, Kathryn
Subject:	RE: NETCO

It is my understanding that SAP is not being transferred and I don't think the other systems are going either.  Please find out from a commercial person what is contemplated on the HR side.

 -----Original Message-----
From: 	Oxley, David
Sent:	Thursday, December  13, 2001 1:44 PM
To:	Koehler, Anne C.
Cc:	Philpott, Charles; Davies, Neil; Schultea, Kathryn
Subject:	FW: NETCO

Anne,

Depending on who may bid, I would at least in the first instance expect we would be interested (for HR) in:

SAP
EHROnline
GIS
Expertfinder
Peoplefinder
PEP
GCS
Personic
Referral platform

Anything I missed team?

David
 -----Original Message-----
From: 	Kitchen, Louise
Sent:	Thursday, December 13, 2001 11:16 AM
To:	Allen, Phillip K.; Arnold, John; Arora, Harry; Belden, Tim; Black, Don; Breslau, Craig; Calger, Christopher F.; Davies, Derek; Davis, Mark Dana; Devries, Paul; Duran, W. David; Forster, David; Foster, Chris H.; Grigsby, Mike; Herndon, Rogers; Lagrasta, Fred; Luce, Laura; Thomas, Jake; Milnthorp, Rob; Neal, Scott; Presto, Kevin M.; Shively, Hunter S.; Sturm, Fletcher J.; Swerzbin, Mike; Vickers, Frank; Tycholiz, Barry; Neal, Scott; Presto, Kevin M.; Shively, Hunter S.; Sturm, Fletcher J.; Swerzbin, Mike; Vickers, Frank; Tycholiz, Barry; Haedicke, Mark E.; Bradford, William S.; Colwell, Wes; Beck, Sally; Hall Jr., Robert L.; Hodges, Georgeanne; Patrick, Michael K.; Buy, Rick; Port, David; Oxley, David; Rub, Jenny; Webb, Jay; Forster, David; Zufferli, John; Badeer, Robert; Rosman, Stewart; Motley, Matt; Choi, Paul; Heizenrader, Tim; Will, Lloyd; Arora, Harry; Gilbert-smith, Doug; Curry, Mike; Duran, W. David; Robinson, Mitch; Gaskill, Chris; Le Dain, Eric; Redmond, Brian; Douglas, Steve H.  (Tax)
Cc:	Koehler, Anne C.; Lavorato, John; Taylor, Mark E (Legal)
Subject:	NETCO

As we move forward in the planning stages for NETCO we need to identify all systems which need to be moved or copied into the entity.  We have identified the great majority of the systems to be moved but we may not be able to identify particular tools used by your group or you individually.  This would include spreadsheets etc.

Please send lists of systems and software required to Anne Koehler by close of business today.

To be clear we can (subject to the negotiation) move/copy systems and some data however, we CANNOT move either transaction data if counterparty specific or data obtained from a counterparty under a confidentiality agreement.

For Houston traders, Geof Storey is compiling your lists.

Thanks

Louise


Hi,

	How are you?  Just a brief note to let you know that I followed up on the letter (dated May 2nd) to Dr. Ken Lay from the President of Howard University.

	I spoke with President Swygert and Dr. Hassan Minor about how Enron may assist Howard University in structuring a new Interdisciplinary Science and Engineering Center (ISE).

	I was informed that Howard will be forwarding further details onto Dr. Lay and me as to how Enron can help them move forward with the development of the ISE.

	Will keep you posted.

Kind regards,
Iris


Hello All:

I have attached a credit worksheet for Sanchez Oil & Gas.  Please see the
comments at the bottom of the spreadheet.

Russell


Rod forwarded everything to Samantha Boyd.
----- Forwarded by Kaye Ellis/HOU/ECT on 07/13/2000 02:43 PM -----

	Rod Nelson
	07/13/2000 09:32 AM

		 To: Sheila Glover/HOU/ECT@ECT
		 cc: Trena McFarland/LON/ECT@ECT, Sara Shackleton/HOU/ECT@ECT, Clara
Carrington/HOU/ECT@ECT, Laurel Adams/HOU/ECT@ECT, Samantha Boyd/NA/Enron@Enron
		 Subject: Re: Sutton Bridge

No incremental credit reserve will be required, provided the transaction is
assigned directly to EDF/London Electricity or to an affiliate with parental
guaranty.

Rod

	From:  Sheila Glover                           07/13/2000 08:34 AM

To: Trena McFarland/LON/ECT@ECT, Rod Nelson/HOU/ECT@ECT, Sara
Shackleton/HOU/ECT@ECT
cc: Clara Carrington/HOU/ECT@ECT, Laurel Adams/HOU/ECT@ECT, Samantha
Boyd/NA/Enron@Enron
Subject: Sutton Bridge

Trena,
No P&L impact on unwinding deals, swap and hedge are Back to back
Do we have a contact to book the trades on the EDF side when appropriate?
Sara
Sara, Laurel will request copies of the original confirmations for the swap
and hedge and forwad to you
Need to coordinate day of unwind on ENA and rebooking by EDF based upon Legal
reassignment
Rod
Please advise whether a credit reserve was taken on this deal.
Thanks. Sheila

---------------------- Forwarded by Sheila Glover/HOU/ECT on 07/13/2000 08:19
AM ---------------------------

Trena McFarland
07/13/2000 05:48 AM
To: Sheila Glover/HOU/ECT@ECT, Rod Nelson/HOU/ECT@ECT, Sara
Shackleton/HOU/ECT@ECT
cc:
Subject:

Everybody

Further to the sell-down of Sutton Bridge it looks like the originators are
planning, as part of that deal to assign infinity deal number 25556, a
currency swap we have with Sutton Bridge to EDF/London Electricity.  The
hedge for this deal is a back to back deal with Natwest, infinity deal number
25555.

My questions are:
When this swap was originally entered into there would have been a credit
reserve taken for it, which will have to be released.  How much is this and
what is the process?  I am assuming this release of credit will not effect my
traders P&L.  Can you please confirm this.

What else do we need to look at to complete this assignment?  What are the
legal implications?

The originator is looking to do this fairly quickly and so a quick response
would be greatly appreciated.

Thanks
Trena


Thanks Christiaan,

but, why not 2 combustion turbines at 90 MW's each and the steam turbine fro
whatever we can get?

Christiaan Huizer@ENRON_DEVELOPMENT
12/19/2000 06:20 AM
To: Rob G Gay/NA/Enron@ENRON
cc: Laine A Powell/ENRON_DEVELOPMENT@ENRON_DEVELOPMENT, Richard A
Lammers/SA/Enron@Enron, Tracee Bersani/HOU/ECT@ECT@ENRON, Felipe
Ospina/NA/Enron@ENRON

Subject: Re: EPE Dispatch

Rob,

Regarding items 1 and 2, please contact Lucio Reis in Sao Paulo office and he
can explain.

Item 3 is incorrect. The 300 MW would be generated by the two gas turbines at
about 100 MW each and the remaining 100 MW coming from the steam turbine. The
steam turbine receives its energy from the exit gases from the gas turbines
and they both contribute equally to the resulting steam turbine output
(theoretically at least, in practice depending on optimization of machines)

Again, please talk with Lucio.

Regards,

Christiaan

Rob G Gay@ENRON
12/18/2000 04:41 PM
To: Laine A Powell/ENRON_DEVELOPMENT@ENRON_DEVELOPMENT, Christiaan
Huizer/ENRON_DEVELOPMENT@ENRON_DEVELOPMENT, Richard A Lammers/SA/Enron@Enron
cc: Tracee Bersani/HOU/ECT@ECT
Subject: EPE Dispatch

Here is what we have concluded based on discussions this morning:

1) We believe that Furnas has agreed to contract and pay for 300 MW on oil to
meet regulatory requirements concerning required capacity and reserve
margin.  We do not believe that they intend for us to be dispatrched above
220 MW. (Do we have any document which could substantiate this?)

2) Although  dispatch on a merit order basis would suggest that EPE runs full
time (with 300 MW available),  there are practical constraints in the
transmission system which will prohibit this from actually occuring. [ Please
describe these constraints using some official sounding jargon but minimal
detail and in particular indicate what is involved to de-bottleneck and how
long this will take.  I presume that Furnas is solely responsible for the
corrective measures.]

3) Based on our analysis, the optimal operating approach would be to generate
220MW with  one turbine and 91 MW with the other for a total of 311 if
dipatched above 220 MW.

If we can prove that 1) & 2) are correct or convince the lenders that they
are, then I think we can suggest that fuel oil exposure is negligibe if gas
is ready by April 01.  We will have to see how it looks when we add the Sue
Garvin flex months.

Therefore, a merit order analysis is only necessary if i) our supposition
about Furnas' motivations are incorrect and/or ii) the transmission problem
is cleared.  If this happens it would be nice to be able to predict reduced
fuel utilization due to a) reduced dispatch during daily off-peak hours or
seasonal impacts, b) due to scheduled outages, and c) due to managing our
availabilty in such a way as to reduce fuel consumption operating losses.
Any data you can provide will be helpful.

Have I successfully connected the dots here?

If you have previously sent these materials to Felipe or Tracee please simply
grumble to yourself if you have to do an extra e-mail to me.  Remember, you
don't have to be nice to a short timer unless you need them to get something
done.

Regards,

Rob


Thor,

We have modeled this structure a few times in the past.
Paulo Issler will call you shortly to talk about it.

Vince

Thor Lien
12/12/2000 03:02 AM
To: Vince J Kaminski/HOU/ECT@ECT
cc:
Subject: Double-up Swap

Vince

Do we have any models to use on this product for Power ?

Thor


Could you please try to stay out of trouble.
----- Forwarded by Richard B Sanders/HOU/ECT on 10/16/2000 10:08 AM -----

	Eric Thode@ENRON
	10/16/2000 09:32 AM

		 To: Mark Frevert/NA/Enron@Enron, Mike McConnell/HOU/ECT@ECT, Jeffrey A
Shankman/HOU/ECT@ECT, John L Nowlan/HOU/ECT@ECT, Patrick
Danaher/NA/Enron@Enron, Don Schroeder/HOU/ECT@ECT, Richard B
Sanders/HOU/ECT@ECT, Harry M Collins/HOU/ECT@ECT, Mark E Haedicke/HOU/ECT@ECT
		 cc:
		 Subject: Wall Street Journal Article - Regarding SPR Oil

As most of you know, Enron had some discussions with Euell Energy regarding
SPR oil.  We ultimately were unable to do any deal with Mr. Euell and
subsequently, he publicly blamed us for his inability to complete a deal.
Attached is an article from the Wall Street Journal.  Mark Palmer, Steve Kean
and I spent most of Friday trying to kill the story.  In addition to numerous
conversations, we even played tapes of the final three phone calls between
Mr. Euell and our trader.  While we were unable to kill the story completely,
we are pleased with the outcome.  If you have any questions, please call me
at ext. 3-9053.

A Trio of Little Guys
Embarks on Wild Ride
In Global Oil Market
---
Pursuing Business With DOE,
Their Paths Diverge; One
Leads to `a Lot of Money'
By Wall Street Journal staff reporters John Fialka in Denver, Alexei
Barrionuevo in Tallahassee, Fla., and Jonathan Weil in New York
?
10/16/2000
The Wall Street Journal
Page A1
(Copyright (c) 2000, Dow Jones & Company, Inc.)
Lance Stroud of New York, Renard D. Euell of Denver and Ronald Peek of
Tallahassee, Fla., all had dreams of becoming oil barons. And on Oct. 4, when
the Department of Energy announced the results of the bidding for oil from
the nation's Strategic Petroleum Reserve, they thought their ships had come
in.
Two of the three black entrepreneurs were unknowns in the industry, and none
of them had ever done a major oil deal. But there they were, listed as
winning bidders alongside some of the biggest names in the business --
Marathon Ashland Petroleum LLC, Morgan Stanley Dean Witter & Co., BP Amoco
PLC and Amerada Hess Corp. Each would be given the right to withdraw millions
of barrels of oil from the reserve amid one of the most volatile oil markets
in decades. In exchange, each had offered to replace that oil, plus an
additional amount akin to an interest payment, a year later. They and the
other winning bidders, the Energy Department said, were picked soley because
they pledged to return the biggest quantities of oil to the reserve.
There was just one catch: In its rush to release the oil and so ease a price
crunch, the Energy Department had suspended its usual requirement that each
bidder supply financial guarantees. But it wanted the winning bidders to
present letters of credit, equal to the oil's market value, five days after
their bids were submitted. The big players could easily meet that
requirement. But Messrs. Stroud, Euell and Peek were men of limited means.
They needed to find someone willing to back them for tens of millions of
dollars -- and fast.
The drama made for an unaccustomed scene in Harlem, where the 35-year-old Mr.
Stroud lived with his 74-year-old mother. A heavy-set man with a goatee, Mr.
Stroud, a former Army enlisted man who had dropped out of college shy of
graduation, had held a string of odd jobs while using the Internet to seek
out a big business deal.
The aspiring oil man had entered his bid for four million barrels from the
reserve, via the Internet. He won't discuss the details of his bid, but says
he thought he could outbid the large oil companies because he didn't have as
much overhead. After the winning bids were announced, Mr. Stroud became
something of a celebrity. TV news crews arrived to interview his neighbors,
many of whom had no idea what all the fuss was about. "I thought he [Mr.
Stroud] was some kind of rap star," recalls Carline Thomas, who lives down
the hall from him.
As neighbors paused to shoot the breeze on the steps of nearby residential
buildings, most marred by graffiti, Wall Street couriers bearing fat packets
of information spent the week scurrying back and forth from Mr. Stroud's
apartment on a seedy block in Harlem's central business district.
Inside Mr. Stroud's apartment, the telephone wouldn't stop ringing, and his
mother was helping him field the calls. He says he was in serious talks with
four companies. And a movie producer was interested in his life story. Then,
amid the chaos, tragedy struck. On Tuesday night, his mother, Iris Manning,
suffered a cardiac arrest, and was taken to a hospital a few blocks south of
Mr. Stroud's apartment.
Mr. Stroud said he spent most of Wednesday running between his apartment and
the hospital, taking occasional phone calls to deal with prospective
financiers. Ms. Manning went into cardiac arrest three more times, and died
at 9:47 p.m. Wednesday evening.
Mr. Stroud was dazed by the fact that what he called the two biggest events
of his life -- the death of his mother and his selection by the Energy
Department -- occurred almost simultaneously. "I'm saying `there must be some
reason I'm here,' " he said later. "These things happening like this, the
odds must be in the millions."
Mr. Stroud won't discuss which companies were vying for his oil, but he says
at one point he thought he had an offer to buy him out for $1.50 a barrel, or
$6 million. The most serious discussions began Thursday, with a
representative from a refining company, which he refuses to name. From that
discussion Thursday until the following evening, Mr. Stroud says, he was
confident that the refiner would grant him the letter of credit he needed.
But at 9 p.m. Friday, three hours before his deadline, Mr. Stroud said he got
a call telling him the deal was off. "I was upset," he says. "I mean, instead
of wasting my time with that I could have obtained the financing quickly"
from some other source.
A spokesman for Koch Industries Inc., based in Wichita, Kan., said it was in
negotiations with both Messrs. Euell and Stroud. "We invited them to make a
deal that made economic sense." BP Amoco said it also had discussions with
Mr. Stroud.
Mr. Stroud now says the DOE should have given him an extension, under the
circumstances. "If your mother passes, aren't you given three days to
grieve?" Mr. Stroud asks. His mother's funeral is scheduled for Wednesday,
which would have been her 75th birthday, he says.
Mr. Euell ran a small company, Euell Energy Resources, whose 12 employees
helped him broker natural-gas sales and other small energy deals. By night,
he worked the phones from his home in a modest Denver suburb, calling oil
producers in Nigeria and energy brokers in Singapore and Sydney, always
looking for the big score that would make him rich.
A friend, Norman Early, a sometime golfing partner and a former Denver U.S.
district attorney, says the 50-year-old Mr. Euell is "one of those guys who
shoots for the stars." On Oct. 4, Mr. Euell thought he had hit one. He had
been awarded the right to withdraw three million barrels of oil from the
Strategic Petroleum Reserve, in exchange for returning 3.3 million barrels a
year later. That was enough oil to fill 14,019 conventional tank trucks.
Knowing he would need a partner to provide financial backing, Mr. Euell had
already placed a call to a man he'd never met: Kenneth L. Lay, chairman and
chief executive of Enron Corp. He said he was sure he was going to be one of
the top bidders for the reserve oil. Would Enron like to be his partner?
Within a few hours John Nolan, the giant energy company's vice president in
charge of trading, called from London. Enron , he said, was interested.
By Oct. 6, the price of oil had already fallen, making Mr. Euell's bid look
generous. Still, he felt bullish. "I'm betting on Mother Nature, that she's
coming back this winter and that oil's going to be more valuable."
It wasn't Mother Nature, but the crisis in the Middle East that turned things
around. Monday, Oct. 9, the target price for November oil futures on the New
York Mercantile Exchange, jumped a dollar to $31.86 a barrel and headed
higher. Mr. Euell flew to Houston and took a room at the Hyatt Regency, from
which he could see Enron 's 50-story office tower.
By Tuesday, the price of oil had hit $33.18. By Mr. Euell's calculations that
meant a $3 million profit for him and an equal amount for his prospective
partner just across the street. Enron 's lawyers were working on an agreement
that would substitute Enron as the major party in Mr. Euell's contract, he
said, and were drawing up the letter of credit for $93 million that the DOE
required.
Eager to close the deal, Mr. Euell called Enron trader Patrick Danaher, who
was working on the project. "I want to sign this thing up today," Mr. Euell
told him, claiming that he had received an offer from another, unnamed firm,
offering to buy his contract for $1.2 million. According to tapes of the
conversation provided by Enron , Mr. Danaher said the paperwork was under
way: "Let me see if we can do that today."
Mr. Euell called backed at 11:30 a.m. and again at 11:45 a.m. Each time, the
trader sounded more pessimistic. Prospects were "50-50." When Mr. Euell
suggested he had other offers, Mr. Danaher told him: "If you have a bid at
$1.2 million, you should take it. A bird in the hand is worth two in the
bush. I just have to tell you that." Still, he invited Mr. Euell to dinner.
Tuesday's deadline passed without dinner or any action from Enron . While it
appears from the tapes that the parties had been close to an accord, Eric
Thode, a spokesman for Enron 's trading branch, says: "At no time was there
anything remotely resembling a deal with Mr. Euell."
Mr. Euell got the DOE to agree to extend the deadline for another 24 hours
and, after a round of frantic phone calls, says he collected pledges from a
group of European banks to support the $93 million letter of credit. But,
when the new deadline expired, he still had failed to get the proper
paperwork to the DOE, which then declared his award to have lapsed. "They
played me," Mr. Euell complains, blaming Enron for the missed deadlines.
Still, he says, the experience amounted to an instant "Ph.D." in oil. Next
time, he vows, he will have his own letter of credit.
The DOE said late last week that it will accept new bids on the seven million
barrels of oil Messrs. Stroud and Euell forfeited.
As for Mr. Peek, he remains the mystery man of the three. His company,
Burhany Energy Industries Inc., was formed Aug. 21. It employs no one but Mr.
Peek himself. Staffers at the Florida Black Business Investment Board, where
Mr. Peek works as a business-development specialist, said he had taken last
week off. Shutters were drawn at his modest, one-story house in Tallahassee.
Phone calls to Mr. Peek were forwarded to an unidentified neighbor. In an
e-mail to a reporter, Mr. Peek apologized for being unreachable. He was
"working relentlessly to consummate this transaction" and couldn't "entertain
any distraction at the moment."
On Saturday, the Department of Energy announced that Mr. Peek had
successfully transferred his interest in three million barrels of government
oil to Hess Energy Trading Co. of New York, a partnership that includes
Amerada Hess. Amerada Hess Vice President Carl Tursi said he could give few
details of the deal, except to say that he believes there was an
"arrangement" that resulted in "a lot of money" for Mr. Peek.

Copyright , 2000 Dow Jones & Company, Inc. All Rights Reserved.


Vasant,

This is the presentation. Sorry for the delay.

Vince
---------------------- Forwarded by Vince J Kaminski/HOU/ECT on 01/04/2001
08:10 AM ---------------------------

VKaminski@aol.com on 01/04/2001 06:32:40 AM
To: vkamins@enron.com
cc:
Subject: Presentation

Presentation

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