Location: UR Island

I logged on just after we did some maintenance on the island.  What I found was this: guest writer Pappy Enoch’s junkyard (I mean home and moonshine operation) intact but all of my stuff GONE.

Black motorcycle, Alpine cabin,  Glass-topped coffee table, Frida Kahlo self-portrait: Vanished.  Poof. Kerplooie. No hay nada. I felt like Snoopy that day when his dog-house burned down.

Whoops.  One must set permissions carefully on the land one “rents” from other owners. Items not shared with a group given permission to leave things, in my case, the university, are quickly returned to a folder called “lost and found.“ All avatars have this folder, and it can be a godsend.

Pappy, ever-sagacious, re-set his permissions ahead of the big change.

To make lemonade out of virtual lemons, I decided to let Pappy have the entire lot.  After all, real estate has a third dimension in Second Life: straight up.

My cabin now floats above the island with no utilities to connect, no papers to sign.  Second life has its advantages. .  .just watch that first step out my front door.

Correction: on another matter, I was contacted by Dnel DaSilva, who runs Xessories @ Urbane, Urbane 174, 122, 21.  One can resize wedding bands without changing one’s hand size! Thanks for the advice, Dnel.

Thank’ee kinderly, Mistopher Ignoramus.

Now I gots mo’ room fer my truk kerlekshun.

Regords frum yur employee,

Pappy

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