I was just thinking about the Yukon economy. When there was gold, and Chaplin, there.
There really was gold, but apparently as is usual, all the provisioners conspire to get it all and individuals rarely get rich. They get tired, frustrated, and dirty. Pan fried and Syphyllis. It's a pathetic economic firestorm/cycle. Like that guy who bought up all the shovels and pans in San Fran and then ran around shouting "There's gold in them there hills!!! What a sleazy, venerable bastard.
Here, you can use this shovel to hit yourself over the head, and avoid the whole experience. Five dollars.
Anyway, what I was getting to, was I thought about when you're like the last or first people to figure out that there isn't any gold; or that only the ladies, food servers and shovel kings are getting rich, and you better get to some new town and buy the shovels; or you're freezing and need to just go back to Mamma's in San Francisco and get misty and watch it all on Yerba Buena Vistavision.
You're "pulling up stakes." Everybody's heard this phrase.
Now. Are those:
1) Canvas tent (120.00) stakes (150.00),
or
2) Claim stakes? (Corners)
The explainer smartypants may claim their Special Yukon Frozen Stakes.
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