Saturday, March 1, 2008


I’ve had jobs that I didn’t like, but I never had too many of those. I worked in the mills for a length of time, but I wanted to get out. Everybody said what do you want to work in the woods for? There’s one thing about it. When I head for the woods in the morning, I enjoy myself all day. When I go in one of them mills I hate myself before I go in there and hate myself all the time I’m in there and I can’t wait to get out. I say life is too short for that. The only trouble going into the woods in the winter was the first thing you knew the day was gone. Time goes fast on a job like that. Jesus you go in one of them mills and eight hours is like forty. Time drags. In the woods, you go in and you wished you had another hour or two. Bob

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