[Jim Holden]

Tongue:

I tried the empty wallet routine years ago... I couldn't get past the front gate on Dewey Street. No way. No, the only way I've gotten Peter to take my calls is to keep a deposit on... something, anything up there with him.

As to that thing in the hall with a tag with my name on it; its to go in something, yet to be defined, in the future, when they get around to it (dare I whisper; Daytona, slabside, early small flare USRRC or... or... such other exotic as a 904 or 550... I know some of what's buried in the attic up there) the list is long, time is growing shorter. Peter, Phil and Bob are getting older.

Jim

PS: ERA is located in the faded New England city of New Britain Ct. You'll (eventually) find it located behind a chain link fence in an other wise disreputable part of town in a jumble of unmarked nondescript buildings tucked away on a side street around the corner from the address used for process servers and other lowlifes. Look for a black car trailer with moss growing in the wheel wells. You've arrived. Knowledge of a certain password and a hand signal or two will afford you instant access to a world of dream cars and fantasy's realized.