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zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Nov 13, 2013 - 09:47pm PT
That Pulpit Rock photo is really great Mousie.

I know, preaching to the pulpit or whatever the phrase is.

Radio Gaga, Photographic Drivel.

Take your pick Frankie Boy, my loss ... you know the drill



I Shall be Released. I hope.

Derrick with no Dominoes?





mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 13, 2013 - 10:03pm PT
Friends are better than gold in the bank.
For your kind words this is my thank.
I think.

The ghost of Highway 140 walks this beautiful, desolate place with a long white veil,
The bride of Las Go Rock and Mistress of Miles Creek,
What it is she will forever seek
Remains an expensive re-model of a previous owner's concept
Of how to deal with that last idiot's trash and mess...

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Sweet dreams are made of this
--Eurythmics/Sweet Dreams
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GjlTKHFjG5g

Not to be confused with this community a bit further south.
http://www.ask.com/wiki/Rock_Haven,_California?o=2800&qsrc=999

further, too, this, FYFI.
http://geonames.usgs.gov/pls/gnispublic/f?p=gnispq:3:7928183300926341::NO::P3_FID:1659532

The name used to be “Rock Haven.”

It’s been KG’s lately; and whatever else it’s been called by various entrepreneurs who’ve owned the place in the past, it’s still the furthest place from Yosemite on 140 (that I know of—and I began traveling this road in 1961) that could legitimately be called an attempt at being a tourist trap.

Pllanada, out in the flats, is not in the tourist business, except for a gas station and a taco wagon and a mediocre drive-on-by. It’s main focus is agriculture and lowriding.

Being on Highway 140 is a two-edged sword, as business owners lucky to have survived the low spots in tourism (endemic to one-trick pony towns) might tell you. Many have just quit or been forced to quit by fires, federal shut downs, and hanta virus scares, not to mention hundred-year floods, rock slides, road construction, and various other historical events of a negative nature. Many current business owners have pretty much run through their savings after this last summer in Mariposa County, Tuolumne County, and the one on the Eastside, Lee Vining County.

It was a pipe dream (among many) of mine years ago to retire and go to the footies of the Sierra Nevada to spend the remainder of my days, maybe in a little personalized chateau/shack on the Chowchilla, or in a quiet friendly community like Greeley Hill or anyplace that has doves in the evening.

But not IN one of the towns on Highway 49, the small, quaint, idyllic places like San Andreas, El Dorado, or Moke Hill; or Sutter Creek, Jamestown or Coulterville. Maybe AROUND them, someplace, but not IN them. The kitschy, antique atmosphere is brought to you by dealers who probably see more income from internet sales, but I would not be surprised by some of the amounts that change hands in the shoppes over a simple set of handmade carpenter’s planes like the one my parents left to me--they picked them up in Le Grand, the dinky burg on the Santa Fe south of Pllanada, in 1961 and they were hung on the fireplace wall for years at home.

I can’t bring myself to hate this tourist-baiting. It seems to help the other businesses survive—the ice cream shoppes, the espresso sellers, and the crafts stores and the bars and restaurants whose owners buy into the Gold Rush gimmick, investing savings, loans, and their future as well, in what seems to be a “good bet.” Any business start-up is a bet, a gamble, a prayer, and many are a forlorn hope in the first place.

Like the Rock Haven.

It is for sale. There is a trailer of folks living there, but they are likely renters. I tried like hell not to bother anyone, parking as close/far as I figured was polite-in-a-stranger way.

As you can tell from the photos, the place is a fixer-upper. (It needs to be torched, is what it needs.)

It’s not “my ideel” as a refuge, even if it were whole and kept wind out, which it would not do in its present condition, nor rain, nor bugs, nor heat. You gotta respect the environment’s potential for discomfort and plan to deal with it, should you be interested in the lot, if not the buildings.

It’s on a busy thoroughfare, meaning big semis. It means folks parking in your yard to take photos of cattle and lichen-covered slate and oaks and highway litter. It means you may have to use ear plugs to get to sleep at night, because you’re trying to bed down less than a hundred feet off the highway’s center line!

THE PUMP STILL WORKS—a Craftsman product.
IT HASN’T BEEN TAGGED—yet.
THERE IS A GOOD SIDELINE IN KEYSTONE LIGHT CANS—easy pickin’s.
THE NEIGHBORS ARE THE PEACEFUL KINE—Black Angus.
THE NEAREST NEIGHBOR HAS WOOD—make a deal with him to watch his place/barter for fuel.
THE VIEW IS OBSCENELY GORGEOUS—Mt. Bullion and Mt. Ophir.
THERE IS CLIMBING NEXT DOOR—at Las Go Rock, just a mile downhill—bring beer, not water.
YOUR FRIENDS WILL HAVE NO EXCUSES FOR NOT STOPPING ON THEIR WAY TO THE PARK—what more could you ask for?

Bill Dolt should have set up here instead of in Los Angeles.  Just my ...
Bill Dolt should have set up here instead of in Los Angeles. Just my opinion. He knew the area, after all. His old dirtbag friends would have loved this set-up.
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
The pressure tank is a Craftsman.  I'm not real sure about the brand o...
The pressure tank is a Craftsman. I'm not real sure about the brand of the pump itself. I know it rattles faintly. Have it checked out and get the well's flow statistics, etc.
Credit: mouse from merced
This charming addition is below the main building's level, down the hi...
This charming addition is below the main building's level, down the hill from the single-wide that graces the crest of the lot facing the valley nestled below, filled with the peaceful lowing of cattle and the croaking of crows and raving of ravens.
Credit: mouse from merced
This is THE place for cheap thrills, where never is heard a discouragi...
This is THE place for cheap thrills, where never is heard a discouraging word, cheeping of Little Bird goes totally unheard, to miss this chance would be too absurd."--HIPHOPRABBIT/Greeley Sound Machine
Credit: mouse from merced
Carrion, folks.  No roadkill today.  Move along.  Nothing for you to s...
Carrion, folks. No roadkill today. Move along. Nothing for you to see here. It's just the Rock Haven. Someone's idea of the good life. RAWK ON!
Credit: mouse from merced
The cattle low because there's fodder for them.  It's been a real bad ...
The cattle low because there's fodder for them. It's been a real bad year for grass. "Hey, there's hay!"
Credit: mouse from merced
The way uphill from this pitiful place, this painful place of dreams d...
The way uphill from this pitiful place, this painful place of dreams dead on the vine. It's not wine grape country, slick. Go to Sonora or Copperopolis, at least. This is the shits.
Credit: mouse from merced
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Nov 13, 2013 - 10:23pm PT
Goin' down the road feelin' good.








mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 13, 2013 - 11:35pm PT
Eating well these days, too, with lots more cheese than they give you ...
Eating well these days, too, with lots more cheese than they give you at Denny's.
Credit: mouse from merced
Thinking about food is a good way to spend your time if you are sitting at home.

You know, when we ordered up a dinner salad at the Four Seasons Restaurant in Yosemite Lodge, we shared a large bowl of crackers-in-plastic (refills available at no charge--can you believe it?) that was set out on the table.

There were Wheat Thins and Waverly Wafers as well as soda crackers and you'd have to be on the Lunatic Fringe not to take advantage of this bounty or, as some did, the names of the products themselves, q.v.

Being hungry takes a back seat for me anymore.

My psyche has never been so keenly aware of potential and I have never been so motivated to exploit its weird ways.

Chaos replaced by...the (relative) unknown.



Yesterday I drove to the end of Bull Creek Road, which leads downstream from Briceburg on the Merced River. At the junction is the parking lot for the picnic area, the Bear Creek Bridge, the Briceburg Bridge, and an old stone house with a derelict shack just uphill from it, which cannot be seen from the highway. Unless you stop, you’ll never know the shack there.

I spoke with a fellow-climber named “Dave,” who, after our limited conversation (I’m assuming here, in case anyone knows this dude and wants to speak up—he’s a heck of a good man, from what I seen and heard then) he’s the BLM guy on the spot. I spoke with him about 4:20, as I was leaving the area.

I recalled to him that Charlie Porter once lived in the stone house, and he said “I’ve heard of him.” How little our fame really means, because he had to think of it a bit. “I never drove any iron—I missed all that,” Dave said. “I wasn’t here.”
Credit: mouse from merced

Charlie Porter sang a song
“Don’t need no noisy five-inch bong,
Just carry some of my Teetons along.”

But Cheech and Chong
Never drove a bong.
They drove a low-riding Chebby car.
Credit: mouse from merced
This old shack was used as a storage place, according to Dave.  I doub...
This old shack was used as a storage place, according to Dave. I doubt he knows much of its history. I doubt anyone does anymore.
Credit: mouse from merced
I never met Mr. Porter, but he sounds like he was a good dude, a dedicated follower of bashin’, and an entrepreneur living on the edge of Yosemite, though he was far from retired in the early seventies. (I can’t tell you if Charlie ever placed a bashie, but I’m assuming he may have racked some on his walls—I realize that I should assume less and remember to ask more questions. Meh...)
http://www.ask.com/wiki/Charlie_Porter?o=2800&qsrc=999&ad=doubleDown&an=apn&ap=ask.com

I got yer V Zero boulder right here, lad.  No need to drive to the Val...
I got yer V Zero boulder right here, lad. No need to drive to the Valley. 40-05 Lowside Pillar Direct.
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced


This led us to a short re-hash of our own exploits and shenanigans, but he had work to accomplish and I had a bowl to smoke, so we parted company and went on our separate ways.

It took me over an hour to get out of the hole from the river and up to Mariposa. I got caught in the middle of a sunset.

“It was a good day to have died in the Merced Canyon, grandson. I’m hungry. Let’s go to Happy Burger. I love their sweet potato fries with mustard.”--Old Dodge Skins

I would not have had far to go to reach Paradise, had I fallen badly on the choss I chose to climb. There were all of four tents set up in the whole five miles. I saw one other car traveling the road. I could have lain for hours with no help.

Now I lay me down to die
No one here to hear me cry
The sound of water’s all that’s heard
By Passing Buck or Little Bird

It looked real easy
And it was
It was all munge-y
That’s becuz
It was really choss
Underneath
To you now I bequeath
These dying words.
Climbing is dangerous.
Climb at your own risk.

Twelve geese a-playing, eleven thousand Gray Pines, ten miles an hour, nine fingers fickling, eight feet of water (I doubt the river’s holes have much more water in them than that!), seven, six, five miles from nowhere, four does a-fleeing, three times I’d been there, two little, tiny, small-mouths are all I’ve ever caught there, and a Mouse with a dusty-ass car.

One thing Millis taught me while dining at the Four Seasons on salad and coffee was that salad is great when topped with crumbled Waverly Wafers, just as coffee is best when drunk with copious amounts of half-and-half, thereby supple-lamenting one's dirtbag diet.




mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 14, 2013 - 01:39am PT
Just a bit below BBurg.
Just a bit below BBurg.
Credit: mouse from merced
The glare is removed from this to give you the real up-close color of ...
The glare is removed from this to give you the real up-close color of this rock when it's wet. Slick stuff, water-soluble, too.
Credit: mouse from merced
Antoine "Tony" Planto, a living descendant of a famous Brazilian.
Antoine "Tony" Planto, a living descendant of a famous Brazilian.
Credit: mouse from merced
I can see two "faces in nature" here, one a lichen dog the other a mos...
I can see two "faces in nature" here, one a lichen dog the other a mossy critter.
Credit: mouse from merced
One more "historic" photo and I'm off to bed.

An old photo found in the Briceburg shack, believed to be the tenor Ro...
An old photo found in the Briceburg shack, believed to be the tenor Roberto Planto, famous for roles sung in Teatro Amazonas, Manaus. He retired to the lower Merced and reclusified himself. Photo recovered from the old BBurg greenhouse.
Credit: mouse from merced
Timid TopRope

Social climber
'used to be Paradise, CA
Nov 14, 2013 - 01:54am PT
Mouse. Be careful on that choss. 65 year old muscle and bone doesn't heal as quick as it used to. Muscle and blood, skin and bones. A mind that's weak and a back that's strong.

Great small mouth water on the Merced below Briceburg.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 14, 2013 - 02:03am PT
Do you remember your first cigarette? I want to tell you, but let's have a smoke first, darling.

This would be the place to grow, were plants legal to grow anywhere.

There arises an immediate gun problem if it happened right now in our country.

Paradise squandered, right here in this canyon, if ya ask me.

It's no wonder Charle Porter came here to live out the winters.

But it's far from private, just not well-populated this time of year or in early spring.

I'll be posting on the Merced River Photography Plan thread tomorrow.

It's been sadly neglected here lately.



I think I may be channeling Pop Laval, but that's just one possibility.

I'll sleep on it.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 14, 2013 - 02:17am PT
Andy, I'm so dang careful I am psycho about it.

I'm lucky, as of now.

Thanks, bud, for the spot, as it were.

The place had no snakes.

Makes it like unto paradise.

Another thing, lack of water.

I wouldn't drink Merced River water unless it were treated for giardia, boiled heartily, and made into a cup of coffee. I bring my own from Fern or from my tap. That's it. Why fool around with strange bacteria?

And the wildlife I do not ever bother knowingly. I refuse to chase little birds to photograph and pretty much take what comes. I get plenty of good shots without risking much; and I have learned to plan my moves (down-climbing included) and to abandon the thing if it turns the least bit sketchy.

Here is a good example I wouldn't have shown but for your comment.
See the mud-flow pattern in the exposed rock?  That means it's "choss....
See the mud-flow pattern in the exposed rock? That means it's "choss." Don't trust it unless it's washed by water for centuries, during which process it will disappear or become harder and thus, safer.
Credit: mouse from merced
This happened a few feet up on one thing I tried. A chunk came out after I rapped it with my hand. It made a good hand hold. I got up and used it to jam my foot and it was solid, but there was no place to go but down, man, after I saw the thing wasn't worth any more risk.
An "all-day" hold, but in crap rock.
An "all-day" hold, but in crap rock.
Credit: mouse from merced

As far as the old bones aching, this trip was gentler on my knees and I've noticed my legs have much more resiliency to fatigue. They are ready to go right now.

I might take off in the morning again, cuz the weather's still fair.

We shall see. Maybe I can turn the Keystone Light cans into some cash for gas.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 14, 2013 - 01:09pm PT
This is a video posted by Gypsy on her FB page lately.


Thinking of you, Ms. Flores.

Call if you find work. :)
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 14, 2013 - 10:34pm PT
Credit: mouse from merced
A toast to the vets!

God love 'em!
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Nov 14, 2013 - 10:41pm PT





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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 14, 2013 - 11:36pm PT
Try

RAZIN' BRAND BREAKFAST CEREAL!!

More Clifornia convicted arsonists prefer a bowl of lip-smackin', day-lightin' Razin Brand
than they do a poke in the eye with a sharp fireplace implement.

Just try it.

I heard about it through the grapevine when I worked next to Cosmo's.
And I'm just about to drink my wine.

Oh, honey, honey!
I heard it through the grapevine.
Credit: Pop Laval
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 15, 2013 - 05:01am PT
No longer available T Shirt.
No longer available T Shirt.
Credit: mouse from merced
Try Facebook Rim - Fire T Shirts.

Moon on one of three wires with two birds.
Moon on one of three wires with two birds.
Credit: mouse from merced
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 15, 2013 - 11:05am PT
Call me a taxi, Andy.

Andy Kaufman's Brother Says Comedian Is Alive, in Love and Has a Daughter

THR, THE Holly Wood, Reporter, totally objective and guaranteed drivel-free.

http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/news/andy-kaufmans-brother-says-comedian-655760

A mysterious woman's claims that she is the daughter of Andy Kaufman have helped to revive long-standing rumors -- fueled in life by Kaufman himself -- that the comedian may have faked his own death.

The far-fetched admission, reported first by The Comic's Comic and Defamer, occurred Monday night at the Andy Kaufman Awards, held annually at the Gotham Comedy Club. The woman was introduced by Michael Kaufman, Andy's brother, who first explained how years ago he'd discovered an essay in which Andy detailed plans to fake his death. Official records state the Taxi star died of lung cancer in 1984 at age 35. (See a copy of his death certificate here.) Were he alive today, Kaufman would be 64 years old.

Michael did so, he said, whereupon a man he did not know walked up to him and handed him a typed letter. The letter, which Michael read for the crowd on Monday night, was allegedly from Andy, who wrote that "everything was great in his life and he just wanted to get away from being Andy Kaufman," Parinello says. The letter also stated that the comedian, famous for his bizarre alter egos like cantankerous lounge singer Tony Clifton, had fallen in love with a woman and that the couple were raising a daughter together.

Michael then explained that the daughter, now 24, had made contact with him several months prior, and had subsequently agreed to accompany him to the awards. The woman then shyly took the stage, wearing a black dress covered in a pattern of colored bows. (TMZ has posted video of the moment.) No one in attendance seems to know the woman's first name, though Parinello says she went by the surname "McCoy," a name Kaufman used when checking himself into hospitals.

An account of the event posted to Facebook by one audience member says the woman then told the crowd that her alleged father "is alive" and that "the passing of [their] father [Stanley Kaufman] this July made him want to reach out" to his brother. The account calls the moment "as real as any reality that I've seen." Another account said the room fell silent during the presentation and that one woman "burst into tears" as Michael read the letter.
According to Ed Cavanagh, showroom manager at the Gotham Comedy Club, "You could see by the look on [Michael's] face that it had an emotional impact on him." Asked whether or not he believes the woman's story, Cavanagh adds, "I don't know whether somebody is perpetrating something on [Michael] or not. I'm truly 50-50 on this one."

Parinello, who met Kaufman when they were undergrads at Grahm Junior College in Boston, says he is convinced of the story's veracity, even though he attended Kaufman's funeral and saw his body with his own eyes.

"It was a closed casket," he recalls. "Only the family [and myself] actually saw the body." How then does he reconcile Monday's events? "Andy was an aficionado of meditation," he explains. "One of the things Andy was taught at the highest level was a process where one could slow down his breath to a point where you can literally fool anyone that you may be dead when in fact you are alive. So that's the one thing that Michael checked for."

Adds Parinello: "It was a very formal affair -- it wasn't as though they could prod or anything else. They were simply in the room and saw Andy lying in a coffin."

Contacted by THR, Michael Kaufman said that the woman claiming to be Kaufman's daughter was impossible to reach, for reasons he would explain later. He then excused himself, saying he had a dinner date with his wife.
UPDATE: Kaufman tells THR, "I'm as skeptical as anybody else." He then tells CNN's Jake Tapper that he believes he is the victim of a hoax.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 15, 2013 - 01:20pm PT
"I made it to the Mexican border just fine: 690 miles in 12 days from Lodi to San Ysidro."

"I stayed in the Central Valley until Bakersfield, then climbed up to Tehachapi, then up and over to Palmdale, then down into LA where I hit the coast at Santa Monica. Your suggestion to turn south where we met was a good one and saved me several miles of poor shoulders and bothersome traffic. Thanks!

Hope your climbing adventures are good. Do you climb places like El Capitan?"

An email message from this morning from Eric, a gent whom I met on Highway 140 as I was stopped to take a picture. We were at the ag museum and he had stopped as well, just short of me and on the opposite side, but since I had intended to take shots of him as he approached and this wan't working out, I crossed over and approached him instead.

It was a pleasant encounter, one of those whimsical things. He and I are pretty close to the same point in our lives, getting out as long as we can and fulfilling some inner need and spending out time wisely.

Or trying to do that.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 17, 2013 - 01:37pm PT
On Nov. 17, 1990, I took Liz Freeman to wife.    Miracles never happen...
On Nov. 17, 1990, I took Liz Freeman to wife. Miracles never happen. That's silly stuff. All the same, SHE chose to love ME.
Credit: mouse from merced

Parker Bradway/She Chose To Love Me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KgqNh621nBo

I am still celebrating though she's been gone these last fifteen years.
\
Our honeymoon was in Wawona and IT SNOWED!
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 17, 2013 - 07:23pm PT
Liz marched right in with her sons and took possessionof my heart for all time.

My new brother-in-law, David, sang this accompanying himself on the guitar as she did so.

The only climbers present were Jim Shirley, Jeff Mathis, and the Bill Nickells--Lauren was preggers with Andy at the time.

Enchiladas made by Liz's family--her aunts and sisters, supervised by her abuela, Margaret.

My last climb had been the Crescent Arch on Daff Dome, another milestone for me, as well.

It was a consolation for failing on Lurking Fear. Liz told us to go back to the park with her blessing and get SOMETHING done worthwhile, else Kelly had made that trip out for nothing from Minnesota and she would have an unhappy Mouse with whom to deal!

She understood so much about how I ticked by then, who could ask for more?
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Nov 17, 2013 - 10:01pm PT
Weirdest thing happened. A frame fell on my mouse and broke it, making it difficult to navigate the old ST Ocean.

How many seas (rhymes with seize - more later) must a whitedove sail?

It must be getting late. The rear wheels on my Datsun 280Z are seized. So, long story short, forget about all that macho sheeit, get yourself a $20.00 puller and pull down hard. Unless, of course, you're a hard man. Then all bets are off.

Credit: zBrown
Credit: zBrown
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 17, 2013 - 10:30pm PT
Those boys don't look like Lost Boys.

They look like trouble, especially that one on the left.

Wilson? And Powell?

Guessing games, the frame game, battered mice,and pulling trannies.

We got it all here on this thread, indeed we do.

I hop the new mouse is half the man your old one was, zBrown.

"Let's eat, my son. My new Cobra wife has prepared some beer-battered shrimp. She takes it out on them instead of me. She's still crazy, though."--Old Dodge Skins

The old landmark, 16th and P STreet.
The old landmark, 16th and P STreet.
Credit: GI

THEM CHINAMEN HAS GOT A LOTTERY

Only eight years old
Bobby Gene was a tattletale
told everything he heard
like the time
he rushed in out of breath
and gasped

Harvey and Lowell played the
lottery
and won seven dollars
I ain’t lyin’ to you
them Chinamen has got a lottery
in Merced

right back of where we eat
the noodles
at Sing Lum’s Rice Bowl

Oncet I peeked behind the
curtains
and seen ‘em wearin’ funny
robes

--Wilma Elizabeth Daniels

It came back as this Vietnamese restaurant.
It came back as this Vietnamese restaurant.
Credit: GI

The latest reincarnation.  It's packed right now.  I just checked.  I ...
The latest reincarnation. It's packed right now. I just checked. I got hungry for some "pho." Bummer! Chop phooey, even!
Credit: mouse from merced
It really is a lottery, of sorts.

I realize all the Asians are not expecting to be reincarnated.

This is probably helpful with regard to the dynamically increasing population of the world.

Goin' down the road feelin' hungry...
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Nov 17, 2013 - 10:56pm PT
I'm glad to see the old rice bowl is still cooking, but in my recollection the Vienamese and Chinese did not get on all that well with one another.

How they decided to form a conglomerate eating establishment is beyond me.

I was reading just this A.M. that they're tearing out the aphalt at the old Mariposa Grove to allow the tree some room to breed and multiply (apparently this is old news, but news to me all the same). I was wondering if they're going to be selling little chunks of the stuff like they did with the floor of the Boston Garden.

Just who are they? I hope it's not the same group that was tracking down Butch and Sundance.

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