" May we clean the bell?"
Yeah, said (something like) that to a church secretary. Azzerac explained (fairly) honestly why we wanted the bell grease, and offered to clean the (unkempt) bell once a month as a service to the community.
She looked panic-stricken; one hand reaching for the phone, and the other for a plaque of Jesus :(
At least she can tell the kids that there really are Witches in Manitou.
Maybe I should have covered up the tattoos and worn a bow in my hair.
Its the oldest church in Manitou, and there isn't any way to view the bell without a giant, obvious ladder.
Maybe the Episcopalians will let me in? Maybe I should hurl a sack of lard and wait for the drippings to succumb to gravity? *twitch and shudder*
This was so much easier in Virginia.
Its just as well, the day wasn't lost. I did find a great source of old Mercury dimes, on the long, sad walk home, lol
After Azzerac wrestled his rightful buffulo jerky out of Cowboys hands, I got that tingle in the back of my skull... I could smell the 1932 Mercury dime across the room :)
So we've got a quite a few in the shop now, glad to say.
Wish me luck on the continuing bell adventures!