Yeah, I tried to talk Grammy into letting me get the stuff, should have taken it first. She's one of those gals that's worried about every thing. Every night before she goes to bed she stands in front of the stove and holds her hands over the burners and slowly lowers them till she can pat them to make sure the house doesn't burn down. Grammy's father was one of the first people in California, PA to own a truck, so he had a contract to haul trash for the town, and was officially in the coal business. People would get behind on their trash or coal bills and he would keep providing their service. So, over the years people would give him stuff to make good. A lot of the stuff he got was small pieces of land. He wound up with 20-30 acres on the Monongahela river that he strip mined coal off of. There was a landing that every one in town called a beach. A few years after Grammy's mom passed I asked her what ever happened to the beach property, I would like to see it. She said she got it. I said great, lets go see it. She said, oh we can't, I gave it to my brother. She was afraid a local would sit on the beach and get hurt and sue her. She's a great gal, just a little neurotic. Both of her brothers are great too. maybe I'll plan a day trip to the beach this summer, Joe.