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Show iitajjlillirl I apologized for not having baked any cookies that day.,. And Fraiser sat me down and explained every picture in his book... Then he said if I needed more information than I found in the book, or that he could find the answers to... "We'll find someone who will set you wide." Set me wide... not exactly like "deal you the straight dope" or "get you the goods" but colloguelisms change with times... The Bucks are special, spe-cial, warm and wonderful people, and I fell for them hook, line and well. ..you know the rest. Park CityTreasure Mountain. Moun-tain. The prospecting days are far from over... Mining the minds here... perhaps the greatest untapped resource ...There was a fleck of something in that boulder at the Prospector Club. It matched the flicker in Fraiser Buck's eye. Either ore, there is still so much that is precious to be unearthed here. ..Strike a vein?. ..Good.. .There's still a few left, and I aim to tap 'em...Jamiei j& WINK AND SKI I Lines... We're all used to lines; lines with angles, straight lines, punch lines, smooth lines and by lines. One good line could set the tone for anyone's week. I was fortunate fortu-nate enough to hear more than that... Bartenders, those laymen polish and display, it is the warmest of house warming presents one can receive any where... Thanks, Dolly... I continued to search for more information and the trail led me to Park City's sterling senior citizens,. Fraiser Frai-ser and Myrtle Buck. Fraiser J is the author of Treasure Mountain Home, a charming anthology of old Park City. I called and explained I was the rookie at the Park Record. I asked if I could meet them and learn a little first hand. They welcomed me into their home. Myrtle psychologist s, probably hear more lines than any other non-professional profession. pro-fession. Last Saturday, I was at the Prospector at the top of Main Street. I was intrigued by "the club" (I'm learning. ..before, I would have labeled that a bar). The boulder not removed from the side wall lent to the rugged atmosphere... So does Michael, the bartender. I watched him go about his practice. He played tunes as requested, laughed at the same joke at least twice that I overheard, and dealt out small wittisms. One patron Michael knew well, was singing his own praises long enough even I felt compelled to pull out the shovel. Michael handled it well s though... He turned and said "Look; you're talking to the players now, not the fans"... Winded the drunkee mumbled mumbl-ed some attempt at humor, and that ended that... GREAT line at the right time.. How often we get carried away thinking we're in the stadium, when in essence, we're only in the dugout. Right fans... (Insert cheering crowd)... Genuine lines, rare creatures. crea-tures. And although an endangered species, not yet extinct here... I needed some research material on Park City. And finding the library closed,and then closed again, I migrated to the next logical place, Itat Alamo,-Dolly's Alamo,-Dolly's Bookstore. I explained explain-ed my need to Dolly herself and she sized up the situation. She informed me the best book was one that she owned which was now out of print. But she said "If you will guard this with your very life or better, I'll loan it to you." I had with me no character witnesses to sell my stability and sincerity. Dolly simply trusted me with her treasure and expected I would treat it with the utmost respect. Trust, that fragile commodity. com-modity. ..Although it is not something I can take home to |
