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This is an interesting thread. It reminds me of the "camp" I bought in Bay Saint Louis, Mississippi a few years before Katrina. I bought it from the old mans son after he "bought" it from his father, the Colonel.
He handed me the keys to look at it before I decided to buy it. Even though it was packed with stuff (the family of the Colonel used it as a closet or storage area when the son moved back to New Orleans) When I walked in I felt extremely welcome and was happy to buy it. Once I got started I could feel the old Colonel's presence. He seemed to approve of all the work and I always felt welcome when I walked in.
Then came Katrina. The camp floated off it's four foot tall foundation piers landing a few feet away from them. Keep in mind my camp is around 25 feet above sea level! Water was nearly to the ceiling. I cleaned it out and started to repair it but it wasn't until the new foundation (the floors are now 10 feet off the ground) was finished and the camp anchored to it that I felt his presence again. He is back and seems happy that I put the place back together. I spend alot of time there now and can almost see him sitting on the couch sometimes. He was a ham operator and I guess my DXing must amuse him.
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11-08-2010, 02:02 PM
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