Thursday, April 15, 2010

The Plums Are Lost In The Past " Clue XVI "




N 41 degrees 23.68 minutes W 73 degrees 37.172 minutes

America's imagination was on overload from fairy-tales to lakes named after candy, the Plums drove down an alley of what appeared to be Cyprus trees. Not ordinary, but shaped like giant ferns shooting up and arching over. They surely were the inspiration for Dr. Seuss when he used trees in his books!

Further down the road, in this land of turnpikes and Starbucks coffee shops, Colonel Plum's temper was strained. Internet connection for the whole trip had been erratic at best. The cautious western networks did not work good with their unprotected eastern cousins. Quoting the Colonel "the internet sucks"! To the rescue came a very nice man, Coach Ellison, who helped Colonel Plum get hooked up to a small, obscure, but working network! Hooray for Deer Parkians!

Mr. Plum was having more and more luck with finding information. A trip to the town clerks was made, she proceeded to make a call and the the town's historian, Denis, came and showed us every place possible to acquire knowledge Mr. Plum's ancestry was being unraveled. The Plums have been over come by the helpfulness of people along the way!

The Colonel and America had traveled from the very lightly populated Northwest to the denser peopled areas of New England. This area is carpeted with buildings, people and machines instead of mountains, rivers and trees. America wondered, where do they have room to bury their dead?? Mr. Plum had an answer for that. In the 1800's Manhattan had little room for burials to take place. From that time on most burials would take place on Long Island. America sighed, answering her husband the Colonel, she quotes Keynes, " In the long run we shall all be dead " and sighed again.

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The Highwaymen "Highwayman"

I fly a star-ship across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again..


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