This is going to be rather long as I have spent 7 1/4 years here.  It
is time to say my farewells.  I leave in good company.
TO:  Dan Van (or Dan Ban Elderen)
     Who always aggravated me by asking the one question I didn't have
     an answer for; who after many years of teasing Taco, couldn't
     remember if Taco was Mexican or Japanese and had to ask me; and
     who affectionately called me "the little nipper". (It was meant
     to be affectionate, wasn't it?)

TO:  George Opperman (The Kraut):
     Who I constantly told if it hadn't been for the German's, we'd
     have won the war.  Georgie, you finally learned my name as Yoko
     and not Kyoko and now I am leaving.

TO:  Pete "Taco" Takaichi:
     Who when I first came to the company, in conversation, thought I
     was speaking Japanese to him when it actually was English - the
     word he misunderstood was "culture".  (Remember, Pete?)

TO:  Ricky Moncrief (Mr. Bedroom Eyes):
     Who in conversation always tried to embarrass me, but got
     embarrassed instead. (Carol and Carrie can attest to that.)
     Anyway try to be good.

TO:  Dave Sherman:
     Who supplied my little pudgy body with tea and cookies (and even
     sympathy when my dog died 6 years ago).

TO:  Mike Albaugh:
     Who gave me my U.S. Daily Requirement of hugs, some days in the
     past, it was the only gesture that kept me going.

TO:  Morgan Hoff:
     Who provided me with such "intellectual" entertainment any much
     more.

TO:  Dave Shepperd:
     Who I tried to emulate and who tried his very best to teach me
     to be a programmer when I grew up, and who always bailed me out
     when I screwed up my computer (which was often).

TO:  Rich Moore:
     Who was ever constant and positive in his attitude when things
     got bad.

TO:  Mike Mahar:
     Who never failed to stop by to say good morning and who functioned
     as my EDT instructor.

TO:  Susan McBride:
     Who made it her job to bother me at every opportunity but who made
     up for it by sharing with me her coffee ice cream. You always made
     me laugh.

TO:  Mary Johnson, Otto DeRuntz and Gerry Lichac:
     We've been to Adcotech, now Atari - we may be together again
     one day.  What company should I choose?

TO:  Carol Martinez:
     Who gave me a bad time at every opportunity and whom I will 
     always remember when I eat at Taco Bell.  You made my life a lot
     easier at times.

TO:  Erik Durfey:
     (Also known as my baby brother)  I won't be around for your
     birthday this time.  Have a Happy Birthday.  I still feel we look
     alike - we just got the "yellow" color reversed.  You have blond
     hair and I have yellow skin!    Love, Jen

TO:  Cyndy Grossman:
     Who's life I enjoyed being a part of and who saved my sanity many
     times over the last three years.

TO:  Lorie Carbello:
     Who I now, bequeath my son, please take care of him for me.

TO:  Wyle B. Wains:
     My son the engineer, Mr. Excitement, Hollywood Rains -
     We'll keep in touch you and I, but I feel you should know how truly
     grateful I was to work for you, with you, and sometimes even
     against you.  Both you and Atari afforded me great opportunities
     and personal growth.  I am forever in your debt.  To you a very
     fond goodbye.
     P.S.  I still feel the Decmation Word Processor cannot compare to
           the Wang.  I know, defiant until the end!  I never did
           learn to say your name either.

TO ALL THESE PEOPLE A SPECIAL THANK YOU.  TO THE REST OF ENGINEERING,
I THANK YOU AND WISH YOU ALL VERY WELL AND MUCH SUCCESS.  I HOPE I WILL
FIND A COMPANY WITH AT LEAST HALF OF THE KIND OF PEOPLE I HAVE MET HERE.
IT HAS TRULY BEEN A PLEASURE, NOT TO MENTION A DEFINITE EXPERIENCE.
			Warmest regards,   Yoko

Well it's time to log off for the last time.  Thanks for the use
of the toys!  Since the first day, I never did believe that I was getting 
paid for this anyway.  I have to admit, I loved every minute of it.

I will continue to maintain the Alumni Phone List on my bulletin board 
(xxx-xxx-xxxx) so those of you with modems can always call for a bit
of the "old Atari".

My special thanks to Dave, Steve, Steph... I hope you can understand what 
I wrote. 

If your ever in Washington DC, be sure to stop by the Smithsonian and 
visit the Pong on display there...chances are 1 in 3 that it was one of 
mine.

For those of you who missed my LAST farewell message, here's Rev. 2:

I can honestly say the time I spent working here has been the most 
demanding but also the most rewarding. Most of the people who work
here are Really Good, and working with Good people can make having 
to deal with all the other bullshit worthwhile. Good luck to all
of you who are left here to carry on. 

I hope to be enshrined in the Atari Hall of Fame for being laid off,
by the same group, twice in seven months. If not the Hall of Fame
then perhaps the Believe It Or Not.

See you all on the ski slopes, 

         Linda Sinkovic

Well, it's cheerio from me.  No, this is not a breakfast cereal commercial - 
it's my way of saying goodbye.  I've really enjoyed working here at Atari 
and it's been a wonderful introduction to California and the U.S.A.


There's lots that I'm going to miss:

parties, doughnuts, Evolution, the Beermeister, Stubben's pipe, Drobney's 
mutterings, searching for coffee/sugar/cream in the mornings, rumors (they all 
seem to be true!), moving office regularly, finding photocopiers that work, 
"now you have a friend in the paper business" every five minutes, dodging 
falling (asbestos?) ceiling tiles, Vax mail, cafeteria tables, Mario Brothers 
and the best bunch of foreigners this side of London!


Here's the catch - I'm not going just yet.  Since my status in the U.S. is 
questionable without Atari's employment, Atari have been decent enough to 
keep me on until I get my green card (permanent residence visa) which should be 
in about a month or so's time.

So there's plenty of time for you all to say goodbye to me (via Vax mail if 
you like).  Good luck for the future.

                          Cheerio,

                        Paul Watmore