so, it to0k me a little while to find the right
part, but once i found it, it made an amazing
difference in my PAS! the crowds love it!
what do you guys-at-bose think?

Just when you think you've seen it all, you're reminded you haven't. It could/would be kinda fun to shoot freethrows on break though?

That's still pretty sick but in a very good way!

LOL...

yup that's what we did last nite. myself, my
sax player, and a few others played HORSE
before we started. we had a go0d time.

One word ... SCORE!

I'm STILL looking for a King Kong & Fay Ray to put on mine...but for now.. you win <g>

Love the basketball hoop! I have a wonderful stuffed eagle perched on top of my L1. Will have to get my son to come over with his digital camera so that I can show you. Since I play native American flutes, the eagle theme works for me. http://www.saggiohealingarts.com

Saggio,

What a great website. I don't recall seeing this link before, thank you so very much for such a pleasant place to visit. I like nothing better than a good story told by a great story teller, and you fit that description perfectly.

The Native American Flute music reminds me of my time spent in Ecuador and the great and continious struggle of the Native People of north and south America to retain their culture against all odds.

In Febuary I was in Riobamba, Ecuador. On a Sunday evening, after a day of intense wind and dust, and then rain, the skies cleared in time for a performance at the Municipality "Concha Acoustica". I stood on that stage looking at a crowd that included perhaps two hundred Native Ecuadorian Indians, gazing at one lone "gringo". I could see past them to the main street where the young were celebrating "Carnival", and beyond that to a Mountain top where cultivated fields extended to the peak, and against a perfect blue sky in the setting sun, glistened like the facets of a giant emerald, and I cried. I sang a Kenny Rogers song with a line about "changing the world with my little song", and I cried. I realised that if anything changed on this day it was me. I cried for the 513 year struggle, that hasn't ended yet. I cried because I was sad I was not one of them, knowing what they know and feeling what they feel. I cried because I was happy I was not one of them....I cried for two more days, at first wiping my eyes pretending it was dust so my driver wouldn't know, but later just relaxing and letting the tears flow.

I cry now as I think of the indigenous people all around this world and how we as an industrialized world continue to exploit and sometimes discard them.

Thanks, Oldghm

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That hoops on the pole is is really funny. Now I really want to start playing basketball.

I do play badminton in the backyard, so maybe I can mount the net between to L1s. Great music while you are playing !!