Maybe before you read this post you want to read this one.
In response, my father sends this photograph:
In the accompanying email he says:
We throw these, mostly green oak, in the box of my rust riddled 1979 Chevy pickup. We keep loading until wood starts running off all three sides. I drive the pickup home very slowly for two reasons: First, I don’t wanna break a spring. Second, the longer I’m on the road, the greater the probability that some neighbor will see that “Perry’s hauling another big load of firewood!”
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