On the time capsule, I like the idea of a plaque on the area we're calling Compton Green with just a website. That's really what we're building here. A time capsule people can open any time - and you don't have to bury your signed album covers! Just scan 'em.
But first, we have to get a Compton Green. It's true, the ditch Bill's fatal accident occurred in is now a pretty cool drive, with lots of grass and easy-does-it roundabouts to slow the cruise. It's a perfect tribute just waiting for Compton's name.
Russ, you're the real estate whiz. Who do we have to slip some Salvia Divinorum to in order to get this strip named Compton Green? Or Terrace, if that's not too redundant?
Then we can start having these get-togethers we all talk about - and a nice gold plaque to remind all who drive by the parties where the memories of this particular generation can be heard, seen and felt.
Come to think of it, secondly, we should secure a domain and a server we know will still be around in 100 years. Can we count on Google to keep Blogger up, running and accessible forever? A question for the new generation.