Them Pipes is made from soup cans! Says Derry Licht pointing to a public works project on Mass Avenue in Indianapolis.

Looking down got easier yesterday. There was more down to look. At least on Mass Avenue there was. In a surprise move Chatterbox owner David Andrichik claimed immanent domain over a few parking spots next to the Chatterbox Tavern at 433 Massachusetts Avenue. "There's no way they is getting this propty back," said Andrichik's spokesman Derry Licht standing on the side of the hole where the public works department had been digging. "We is putting in a hot tub, this is arn now." When it was pointed out that it was not Chatterbox property and that it was a public works project under way Mr. Licht got confessed and claimed, "We struck Gold!, Thar's Gold in them old poopin pipes" Then he said, "Its an Elevator to Atlantis" followed by "Thar's an ally gator in 'ere the size of a caddylac!" At times Mr. Licht seemed lucid at others disoriented but he insisted that his hero Mr. Andrichik would never surrender the space back to the city. " I insist that my hero Mr. Andrichik will never surrender this here space back to the sitty, besides it full of Cortez's Gold and you caint claim jump us." Again when it was pointed out to Mr. Licht that this was just a temporary infra-structure repair and that the parking spots would be back to normal in a few weeks he seemed to get confused. "I got clam dip and sody-pop in an old cigar box down there and I is eatin' it at the Mayor's Breakfist" followed by "You look like a guy I never met in Viet Nam you shore you aint married to Sally?"
When asked to move along Mr. Licht said, "I got me the title and the deed but you can have it for a sammich and a few crackers long as they aint stale." "Amelia Airhart parked her plane on the second level!" "Who has change for a two dollar bill?" "Who's Bill?" Where is my parka?"
All good questions. Real Good questions. We are bringing the sandwich and crackers
Chuck Pace ©2008 
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