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Wednesday, September 08, 2004

July 6th 1947



Marzine returned from a month on the road when she heard the news of her father's passing. This information betrayed her, because Hershel had died while she was on the road, and she could not sense his loss telepathically. It disappointed her in the way that our natural abilites often times do, she thought she was more in touch with her father's legacy than she actually was.

She returned home to an empty house with a bank note attached to it. Seemed that the Marzine candy company had folded and the bank had now taken possession of the Jacoby house, a small shack just shy of the wrong side of the tracks. At the diner down the street, Marzine was filled in on all of the details of her father's passing. Abe the short order cook told Marzine how the financial woes of the Marzine candy company had forced Hershel to take to the rails once again. How the legend of Hershel would now once again rise up was shattered when he was missing/assumed drowned on a strech of track hovering over a treacherous track of the Columbia River Gorge. The authorities were still searching for a body, but the local fisherman were complaining of "the Jacoby curse", caused by the death of Hershel and creating a lack of fish to be found anywhere near the 20 mile radius where Hershel's train intersected the bulge of land that jetted out above the river.

It was said that the fish themselves bowed out of life out of respect for someone who reignited the American Myth.

Marzine was devastated. She had just completed her first tour with her new "Moonstruck Band" and couldn't wait to tell her father the news. With no place to go, her home and parents now dead, she head out in search of herself, playing a series of solo gigs across the Pacific Northwest, hot on the heels of Hershel's legend. It was her goal to gather up all the tales and put them all into her songs. For someone that had just lost everything, Marzine found a way to channel her grief into the only thing she could, her music. Hershel would live eternally as legend in the American concious, in her folk stories. His name would ring out loud in the confabulated tradition of Huck Finn, Honest Abe, Johnny Appleseed, and Paul Bunyan.

Marzine's first stop was Helena, MT.

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