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BigDan
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...I'm so paranoid. Got to thinking about "my" ghost town. Problem is it isn't mine. The whole thing sits in a farm field, the last building gone by the 1930's. It's like a carnival of sites all rolled into one. A livery stable, salloon, several homes. All gone, just covered up. Around 200 people in the 1800's.
And, since the snow is starting to melt I decided I'd better be planning to hit the place hard and often before planting. Suddenly, I thought, "What if they say no!?"
So I made copies of a couple old photograghs of some of the towns buildings. Made a copy of the map of the town from 1910. Framed it. Then went out with presents in hand prepared to beg.
They openned the door, I said, "Remember me?". And the response was, "Yeah! We were just wondering if you were coming back this year."
Those people rock!!!! Happy Happy day! (They were happy as well at the stuff. But I didn't have to get so paranoid.)
And, since the snow is starting to melt I decided I'd better be planning to hit the place hard and often before planting. Suddenly, I thought, "What if they say no!?"
So I made copies of a couple old photograghs of some of the towns buildings. Made a copy of the map of the town from 1910. Framed it. Then went out with presents in hand prepared to beg.
They openned the door, I said, "Remember me?". And the response was, "Yeah! We were just wondering if you were coming back this year."
Those people rock!!!! Happy Happy day! (They were happy as well at the stuff. But I didn't have to get so paranoid.)