I have this little game I play when I’m on the other side of the pond. (I am, by the way.) You see, I hit the road in my best I-don’t-look-like-an-American-tourist outfit and see if a native in that country will ask me directions. Now, if you want to play this game, you are pretty [...]
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I helped dad clear for a few hours today. The ice storm from about three years ago is yielding good firewood a guy is logging, but the smaller stuff still needs some attention. Among other things I am now capable of starting and wielding a chainsaw and have been reintroduced to the proper tying of [...]

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