1973 Blue Bird

[Rudy]

This could be my front yard.

[Rudy]

We walk around the trailer.








Here we are in the back yard where the mattress collection is kept. These will be worth a lot someday.

[Rudy]

In the back of the buildings is where the time machine is kept. We took some photos with me sitting underneath the sphere. My hat kept flying off. I had to hold on to it.

I got as close as I could to the sphere without being transported. Who knows where I would be now had I entered the plasma drive.

[Rudy]

Let's continue with more photos of this enchanted land.

[Rudy]

This is an apartment building. I heard some of the window air conditioners working. I presume there were people living there. I was puzzled that there were no cars parked around the area.

I would have loved to photograph some of the apartments and their inhabitants.

I bet that rent is cheap.








Next door to those apartment buildings is the world famous Houn Dawg's authentic junk shop.

[Rudy]

The endless beauty of my little piece of heaven.

[Rudy]

I will miss this place. When I think of all the friendly people I could have met here, it makes me sad.

[Dennis The Bus Dweller]

I could live there

[Rudy]

The last shots of this mystical place.

[Rudy]

AND NOW! THE DOOR.






Here is the story of how we got into the warehouse.

Zac had spent a couple hours searching for a key to the locked door to no avail. It was essential that we got into the building as we had to use the staging for a show the next day.

After looking at the door and pondering how we were to enter, Zac came up with a brilliant idea.

We looked at the door and realized that it slid on a rail above it. The lock was impenetrable. The hasp was welded to the door and the surrounding metal frame.

The frame was attached to the concrete opening with concrete screws. The entering of the warehouse involved using a screw gun and the yellow "snatchum strap" that I pointed out earlier.

We called the guy who rents that portion of the warehouse and told him of our intentions. He even brought us some tools. He said that as long as we can re-secure the door and frame, we could go ahead with Zac's idea.

The plan was to remove the concrete screws and pull the frame out of the entrance, thereby making the door slide to the right and be opened.

We removed the screws and noticed that we could bend the sides of the door frame inwards allowing us to get a handhold of the frame.

We tugged on it and realized that it was a tight fit and we could not pull it out by hand.

This is where the yellow strap saved the day.

We wrapped the strap around the frame and hooked the other end to Zac's truck.

It was easy for the truck to remove the door frame. It was quite comical to watch this event.

Zac's plan worked perfectly.

By this time, a guy named Cooler had arrived. He rents part of the warehouse as well.

There was an hour's worth of work removing the staging that was set up in the basement.

I was minimally helpful due to my sprained pinkie finger which is attached to my sprained arm which is attached to my sprained shoulder.

Fortunately, Cooler accepted our offer to help move the staging. We gave him $20. He was happy. We were happy.

We loaded the flatbed, re-installed the door and frame, and drove home.

[Rudy]

The next morning I took some photos. Here is the stuff that we brought back from the warehouse.






On the truck, we had enough staging for a 20X20 stage, all the hardware, the steps, two racks of lights, and the power distribution box. It was a heavy load.

[Rudy]

The last chapter of this saga depicts loading the truck with staging for a 16X12 stage, two lighting racks, and a 20X40 middle section tent.

The sound equipment was hired out to another individual.

You will see the stage and tent being set up. You will see the sound equipment. You will also see the crowd that came to the concert.

This story culminates with me having the opportunity to perform with some musicians. I played the mandolin.

Gotta go walk the dogs now. I have been posting all day.

Y'all come back. Ya hear?

[Rudy]

A SPECIAL BULLETIN:

It is important that your bus is level.

Yesterday, Zac and I jacked and leveled my bus. I was dismayed that my roof air was leaking in the bus. I attributed it to the fact that the condensation was not being drained properly.

Leveling the bus not only fixed that problem, but also took a lot of weight off my front tires, and kept my desk chair from wanting to roll towards the front of the bus.

We had to raise the front of the bus 8 inches.

We used two 12 ton bottle jacks and set the bus down on two 3 ton jack stands.

Oh look, you can see Buddy inside the bus. What a proud stance he has.

[dburt]

Rudy, I see you wear the same official uniform I do most of the time- good 'ole bibs! It's like having your own portable little office with you all the time. I keep my cell phone, small spiral bound note book, a pen and small 'penlite' flashlight in the upper pockets on my chest. My trusty but mostly empty wallet rides in the rear left pocket, the right rear pocket carries my comb to style my rather thin hair if I take my cap off. Then in a side pocket on the right leg I carry my large folding knife, and a smaller pocket knife in the upper left side pocket. The upper right side pocket carries my important keys- ie: the house key, shop, car, truck, etc. I'm almost a self-contained little unit

[Rudy]

While we are on this short intermission, let's have a look at a few things.

This is a cool old building on the property here.






One of the lawnmowers. This one has a big engine and no muffler. It is exciting to hear.






Let's not forget the geese and the ducks.