There's Gold in Them Thar Hills

One of those half-finished thoughts from my last dream this morning was about opening a second-hand shop on the rocky hill where my mom's sister scratched out a living.  (You wouldn't think it would work, but haven't you ever passed a store like that in some out-of-the-way place and wondered how they could keep going?)  I would name it Aunt Eke's Tor.

Yeah, I know, it would be a lot better joke if I had named it after the mom's sister:  Ann Teak's Tor.

Incidentally, wouldn't Rocky Promontory be a great name for an Italian-American boxer?