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A couple months ago I unsuccessfully tried to talk a friend 
into helping me write an article for a local climbing rag he 
was reading.  Maybe someone else will help me -- I'm not 
even sure what the publication was.

The story is about three Boulder climbers who fly to New 
York City to take care of some legal matter, some relative's 
will or something.  They go to the very large law firm, and 
are told to see their attorney, take the elevator to the 
53rd floor, turn right, turn left, turn right, etc.  They're 
tired from the long flight and the hassles of Manhattan, so 
they go to the 53rd floor, turn left, turn right, turn left, 
etc., and -- you guessed it -- the three climbers, and their 
two dogs, and stuck on a ledge outside the 53rd floor for 
six days, until someone rescues them.

As I don't climb, I don't know all the details and inside 
jokes needed to fill in the story, e.g. whether they wore 
Lycra, rationed their Power Bars, etc.
-- 
"Why my thoughts are my own, when they are in, but when they are out
they are another's." - Susannah Martin, hanged for witchcraft, 1692.
Thomas David Kehoe          kehoe@netcom.com         (408) 354-5926