With that kind of maney involved, Burg couldn't just stick some postal stamps on it and mail it. And saw a glass jar full of peanuts. He dispated with the peanuts in the usual manner, cleaned the jar, and dumped in the mercury. When St. was ready to receive its treasures recently, Burg put the peanut jar inside an empty paint can, and encircled the jar with vermiculite, for absorpsion, in case that pesky, darn stuff spilled out of the tightly sealed peanut jar. Burg has a grandfather clock at home, and every Sunday morning, when he winds it, he thinks of the clock he wound for 35 years, this clock in St. Louis that will go on and on and on.
Clocks are scary that way.
Time never stops. Unless you forget to wind it, of course. If you have questions or comments regarding the 1904 World's Fair feel free to contact me at Terry's 1904 World's Fair Page .