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Quite the time.

A native was stated as being the last to see the ship wallowing in a storm after it left Green Bay Wisconsin area. (?)
I've an old book that mentions it and some of the characters around it . Somewhere.

Like many articles , the article teases but doesn't tell us much.
It is or isn't the ship? And how many times has the Griffon allegedly been found?

Anyways. I don't recall any update on the salvaged timber. Or it was or will be returned to the site..
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Good morning. Ya'll are up early this morning.

My wife got me this. I haven't tried it yet. I thought maybe it came from Oregon. (But nah, it's actually from Australia.)

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Oooo try it!
Then speak with an accent like member Chili 's.
See what she buys you next.
L.O.L..
 

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Mornin all.



Mandolin Rain​

Song by​

Bruce Hornsby & The Range
The song came and went, like the times that we spent
Hiding out from the rain under the carnival tent
Often she'd smile it would last for a while
You don't know what you've got 'til you lose it all again
Listen to the mandolin rain, listen to the music on the lake
Ah, listen to my heart break every time she runs away
Oh, listen to the banjo wind, a sad song drifting low
Listen to the tears roll down my face as she turns to go
A cool evening dance listenin' to the bluegrass band
Takes the chill from the air until they play the last song
I'll do my time, oh, keeping you off my mind
But there's moments that I find, I'm not feeling so strong
Listen to the mandolin rain, listen to the music on the lake
Ah, listen to my heart break every time she runs away
Oh, listen to the banjo wind, a sad song drifting low
Listen to the tears roll down my face as she turns to go
Runnin' down by the lakeshore
She did love the sound of a summer storm
It played on the lake like a mandolin
Now it's washing her away once again, whoa, again
Whoa, whoa-oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh, miss ya
Ooh-ooh
The boat's steaming in, oh, I watch the sidewheel spin
And I think about her when I hear that whistle blow
I can't change my mind, oh, I knew all the time that she'd go
That's a choice I made long ago
Listen to the mandolin rain, listen to the music on the lake
Ah, listen to my heart break every time she runs away
Oh, listen to the banjo wind, a sad song drifting low
Listen to the tears roll down my face as she turns to go
As she turns to go
Listen to the, listen to the mandolin rain
Listen to the tears roll down my face as she turns to go
Listen to the tears roll down my face as she turns to go
Whoa, oh-whoa
Listen to the mandolin rain
 

Yep! I like being the only guy on the job. Carpenter, laborer, foremen.... I tend to try not to yell at myself....:tongue3::laughing7:
I do that all the time! Fortunately, I don't listen to myself much.
 

Ran across a couple clips that brought back a *flood* of memories...and tears. Some of them...happy ones.

Thought I'd share:

Both are tunes I would play.

Note the expression on the mandolin player's face, in the 1st one, while pickin'. It was exactly what I felt when I played.




 

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