Well my fellow posters. From what I read tonight, I don't think we missed a thing that we either experienced or was aware of. PWC reminded me of the trip to the outhouse. It was at my Grandfathers home in West Virginia. It was a vacations every couple of years for a week or two. In between our visits, Grandpa would come to our home in Cleveland and it was usually around Easter Time. We would pick him up at the train station and he only had one large suitcase. In it, was smoked bacon, ham, pork chops that he processed. When he went back, mom always filled that suitcase up with new clothes for him.
Peace is that brief glorious moment in history when everybody stands around reloading.
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