While driving on the road to Gunnison, we saw two boys walking close together and tried to figure out who they were and why the older one was scaring looking with a patch over one eye. Making it more concerning, we couldn't tell if the kid carried a sword or axe of the Nobleman of England. By golly, those two young whippersnappers were my young nephews who lived in downtown Centerfield,Utah, kids of Matt and Kami Hansen. We stopped to chat. It wasn't Halloween so we asked Wyatt what the heck he was doing dragging his little brother Brayden off to. Wyatt responding by saying they were heading to the Gunnison School to be in Pirates of Penzance. So, they jumped aboard our ship and we all went to watch Pirates of Penzance, while they listened to my ghostly story of the time I spent in Penzance, but not a Pirate did I see, but viewed many a barnacle on the faces of wrenched people working in the Tin mines there. I told Wyatt in a gastly manner he better act his part goodly or the Barnacle Woman would snag him for sure. The play was a delightful experience, and so difficult to think it has now been ONE complete Score ago they put that play on. A Score is an old English word, as I threw that 20 year term in as Penzance and the people of that Cornwall area is whence the blood of the Nephi Jones family dwelled before they jumped on ships to downtown Mormonville.
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