Over the summer we put a piece of 41 Wharf St on two wheels and brought our goods down to local music festivals,
art walks, and down to the state pier. Until May 2010...
So it comes to Tchitcherine here in the clearing with these two fools on either side of him, among the debris of some numberless battery's last stand, cables paralyzed where the winch-operators levered them to stillness, beer bottles lying exactly where they were thrown by the last men on
the last night
- T. Pynchon