Great story, Les. One of my childhood memories is the jar in the Virginia City museum with Plumber's foot in it, a bit of sock still hanging on. eeeewwwww

When I was growing up in Helena, I took piano lessons at Sherman Music, after school. I would walk down from the Cathedral (St.Helena grade school) and along Jackson(?), parallel to Last Chance Gulch, in order to go in the back door to the music teacher's room. I had to walk past (twice) the back windows of the old photography store. For many years they had photos on display in the window of hangings done by the vigilantes, with crowds of men standing around their vicitims lynched bodies, posing for the camera. Nightmares from that.

I hope I can meet you at either Bannack or Virginia City. I'll try.