Years ago, there was a hole in the wall beer joint called The Caves across Valley Blvd from the railroad tracks. One day, a thump was heard and a truck (wheel assembly) from a freight car was against the door. Bar tender called Southern Pacific and was told to start a tab and serve drinks at the railroad expense untill they were able to remove it.


Let's hope there's intelligent life somewhere in space 'cause it's buggar all down here. -- Monte Python