Hey Steve...
The hell with waiting...gimme that address and we'll nab the turquoise for you. Come along if you like, we can take turns driving...don't let me forget to snag the Glasbak mugs on the way to the gold mine downstairs. Since we're there, might as well make a sweep of the place.
My email addy is in my profile...with just a click of the mouse and a wee tad of information, the 58 Unimatics are yours!
We need to move fast -- I live in the Shaw neighborhood in South St. Louis -- and can rustle up da boyz from da hood for muscle to load 'em up in the truck. We wait too long, and our drive time increases exponentially. He's already yapping about sending that babe off to foster care in Washington. To hell with everyone else, that machine exists for my enjoyment only! This is ALL about me! Not a combo man he says -- well duh, those awnings scream that to the entire neighborhood!
1 Address + 1 Mouse Click = Two perfect Unimatics for Steve. It's really *that* easy.
On a sidenote Steve, I don't understand what you mean about my humor? What humor? Christfr/Chris from St. Louis has met me, and can vouch for my dourness. I'm serious. I've already printed the pic of his house, I'll just hit every fairie prarie in Minneapolis -- someone's gonna recognize those awnings...
My father was in the Marine Corps during World War II -- decorated for valor and distinguished service in the Battle of Midway -- I have his honors in my safe deposit box. My mother was a union organizer for the Teamsters in the mid to late 1940's. My sister, doing geneological research on our parents discovered our mother was blacklisted as a Communist. My sister has a picture of our mother and Jimmy Hoffa speaking jointly from a lectern at a Labor rally.
Let me sum it up for you: A father distinguished in a key battle of democracy versus tyranny, a mother, branded as a communist standing next to a labor executive who went *POOF* -- and I was their little bundle of joy!
I want that Westy. The address, please.
Thank you.
John
