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Rubelia, the Castle of Junk newscaster Harry Reasoner stacked up against Europe's best, started when a couple young pharmhands turned a rusty valve that began emptying the muddied waters from the pictured reservoir into a new housing development a mile or so downhill... Once the reservoir emptied, Michael shoveled the mud, and built his castled template bottle house in the reservoir.
Many of us who were slow builders and consequently had to live in the 5'x7' bottle house to incentivize the completion of our own habitation projects. At least that was master logician Michael's belief. The bottle house helped me finish my encased in old railroad ties house shown to the left. At least that was master tactician Michael's belief.
Until you live in one of these you ca... ca...caan.. can't believe how cold tin-roofed Californian nights can be and how early in the morn those tin roofs heat like ovens. Of course the pot belly stove helps -- but only for about two hours.
From those muddy bottom beginnings some of us lucky pharmhands helped the portly, giggly mean ruler build a Castle of Junk that looks something like this today.
Today the ruler of Rubelia sits in his rocking chair, and sometimes even lets us pharmhands come up from the damp, dank tunnels to sit with him, among these bird chirping, bell clanging views. He sometimes even offers us tea bubbled to boiling on one of the wood burning stoves with some pharm picked avocados juiced with lemons and cheesy sour dough toast. In between his many attempt to keep lighting his pipe which must be part of his arm exercise routine, he'll tell one of us to get some buckets of wood. As always we bound down to bring up another bucket of wood, in hopes he may let us up early from the evening's tunnel work to perhaps drink from his Gallo jug wine in recycled fruit cocktail or peanut butter jarred glasses....
Fortunately or unfortunately -- depending on your stomach and perspective, the pharmhands of Rubelia taught me how to build, to drink wine, eat avocados, cook in a big pot and a lot of other stuff some of which is still too classified to talk about.
One of the 13 royal Rubelian bathrooms... Just what you'd expect for confused Californian royalty, yes? At least that's what the Queen of England's hubby thought after his several uses. "Ah, Sir Michael, where might the toilet paper dispenser be located?"
Sometimes that mean, dictatorial Ruler of Rubelia demanded that we immediately return to Rubelia's damp, dank and dangerous tunnel work Seldom were soft landings part of our quick returns to hard labor.
It was always easier for King Michael to have us keep the court yard clean by pointing one of the cannons at us whenever we walked by.
The canons and pointed steel bars, however, kept the alleys ways clear and crime free.... Who wants to spend time in a dark, dank dungeon anyway....
Who ever thought some a bunch of goofy guys following a guy in a creosoted hat could pile rocks 7 and a halff stories high? And who'd of thunk the pharmhands en-rocked clock would work better than Stanford's ground hugging clock?
And none of the hundreds of us who sat on the floor of this refrigerator and sometimes flowed our boides out into the Tin Palace ... will forget the talks, political debates, and gallon jugs of Gallo wine in shrimp glasses that flowed in and out of our mouths.
And in that same room where Michael's favorite Stanley would often and honorably rest in Michael's other chair, some will always wonder, while others will know, HOW DID THAT MOUSE GET INTO THE LOCKED INNER WELLS FARGO SAFE?
Oh, skip it. We won't answer, lest it bush wacked and plamed in Scooter Rovian twisted words.
And to think that windmill and water tanks all started going up when little nephew Scottford helped Michael pull a telephone pole hooked to a come-along skyward in order to distract a Live Oak parked city planner concerned about un-permitted roofing being done in the north corner.
Today, the Glendora Historical Society (GHS) husbands their crown jewel in Glendora, California. For more information Contact the GHS at (626) 963-0419.