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Thessaloniki's BackgroundIn the 1800's, Thessaloniki wound up working for the railroads as a surveyor. He met Slate during this time, while Slate was living with the Native Americans near Austin. As he was working in a dangerous field with very low overhead he was able to save some money. Nick worked for the railroads. He traveled. He later worked for a little company called American Telephone and Telegraph doing surveying for their lines, as an excuse to keep moving. Naturally, he loved traveling. He may have picked up some AT&T stock then. In the 1840's, he bought the land that would become The Ranch, as he could get a good price on it, had some stray cash from his work, and Slate said it had good water and bedrock. It just seemed like a good idea, and some investment. He bought a HUGE chunk of land, because it was available and he had some money. In 1875, Slate needed help reintegrating, and Nick settled down a little to help him with that. They built the first house at the Ranch, although they traveled around Texas quite a bit too. In 1890 he saw an early automobile, and liked it. A lot. As newer autos came out, he realized the older ones were being discarded and lost. This became more obvious in the teens when Ford's mass produced cars began to be available, and when the diversity of the industry began to collapse. Nick felt that a terrible shame. People had put blood, sweat, tears, hope, faith, caring, and desire into these miniature machined works of art, and they were throwing them away. So he bought some. He began to buy more and more as he realized what was happening, and as he wandered. It was easy for him to do, and it made people happy. Some just liked the money, but some were glad to see their car go to someone who obviously cared a little about it. He began his circuits of the country -- to collect things, learning, talking, helping. The Model T arrived en masse, and he bought one to drive and one to store. He did the same for the model A, and this habit continued for a long time. In 1917 the Great War struck the country and many things were being smelted down for the metal. Nick's vision of the loss of all these beautiful things became clearer to him, and he realized only someone with a longer perspective would try to save them. This galvanized him into action, and he worked ceaselessly to find parts and whole cars. He wasn't doing anything much with them, just collecting them -- storing them from the ravages of the thoughtless and, as much as he could, from time. The first of many huge sheds were built on the Ranch to hold it all. About that point, Eli took a break. As Nick heard of other Eliites being farmed out to other Superiors, he began to wonder what would happen to him, and who he'd work for, and if he'd be able to keep worrying about these cars and the fool humans who lost them. Eventually he got Eli's last command to him, "Do what thou wilt, but be cool." This answered his concern, and gave him pretty free rein to do what he liked with the cars. It was hard to argue that they weren't cool. It was in 1929 when the stock market crashed, and money was on everyone's mind, that Nick realized he'd been spending a LOT of his. Slate pointed out to him it was darn lucky he'd kept his funds as gold -- gold being both one of the pretty universally accepted currencies and in a form which was unlikely to get suspicious looks for being 80 years old. Nick contacted some of Marc's and asked what to do about this. He had a Mission and needed money. They warned him that gold would be hard to keep -- they were apparently right, as private holdings were made illegal -- and helped him get into stocks while they were low. He bought some more AT&T. He bought some of pretty much every car company. He bought some of the petroleum companies. He bought stocks all over. Many were not great investments; several were fabulous. About this time the state routes were built. Nick continued traveling. He did some charity work, helping people who needed them to find cars, or fix ones they couldn't afford to lose. Many people called him an angel (not realizing it was true), as he'd meander through, twirl wrenches, make the broken run, and find ways for those without to get. Nick loved Burma Shave signs, and knew them all by heart. After the Depression, Nick tried to piece together some of his older cars. He needed practice with the skills and, he realized, he needed the books. He began collecting documentation too. On that fateful day, 7 December 1941, it became impossible for the US to stay out of World War II. Along with the rest of the nation, Nick was in shock at the news. He feared the worst for the future of the old cars, having seen it once before. Once again, Nick saw things being smelted and destroyed for "the war effort" which he pretty much despised for the thoughtless damage it caused, and made people do in the name of "freedom." He did everything he could to continue to find parts and save things from reclamation. He lied, stole, bought, and bribed. He forged gas rations, and he impersonated US Marshals to try and intercept things of value. He tried never to hurt people or get individuals in trouble, but he was fairly ruthless about rescuing what he could save. After the War ended, things looked better for Nick. Consumption went up, and people's urge to destroy things went down; they discarded, but did not destroy. He could live with that -- parts were available, and cars were not lost so quickly. In 1948 the main house at the Ranch burned down. Nick oversaw the building of a new one, with all the modern convinces. His design was the huge rambler of the day, with many bedrooms and a big sunken living room. He built big, and he built to last. It looks dated now, but it's holding up well, and he's fond of it. Better... he has the floor plans, and knows all its secrets. Through the late forties and fifties, Nick developed his habit of traveling in the summer to all the car shows, and of repairing and rebuilding in the winters. He did this for nearly sixty years. Nick's attraction to the cars began to fade, though. He kept doing it -- it was cool, and he didn't have anything else to do, but it was losing its appeal to him. The new cars weren't very exciting. Parts were easily available, as laws made the companies figure out what to stock and for how long. There also weren't that many exciting changes -- more comfortable, faster, better, but nothing shocking. They'd matured as a product, and were no longer as exciting. Others became interested in restoration and repair, and could carry his torch. Nick's traveling became more selling than buying. Money came in and parts went to collectors and restorers who were deliriously happy to find them. This pleased Nick, and made his decisions and dedication seem worthwhile, but it was not as rewarding or exciting as it had been. Some of the glamour and life has left the auto industry. Thus Nick is in a bit of a rut when he runs in to Slate that fateful day at the Alamo, and is all to ready to do new and interesting things. Thessaloniki's Questionnaire
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