You must have been a Boy Scout!
Now there’s a torture device to put a chill in a man…
Actually, I’m looking at that house, and comparing it in my mind to a farmer’s house in Bavaria, and wondering what your grandfather thought of it? It’s so small by comparison, all wood which in Germany means it’s temporary. I would suspect he didn’t think highly of it, but it’s held up quite well.
Indeed, Shovels. We still sit on the porch in the cool of summer evenings; it’s like an episode of “The Waltons.” Amen.
I did not, I repeat, did NOT sign myself off as “No love for shovels.”
I can’t remember what I did sign myself off as, but that was not it. You bowdlerize me, you lose me.
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