HardHats and Packrats

And I’m a poet and I know it, my toes show it, they’re Longfellows. (silly rhyme from childhood) I’m indulging myself in a bit of nostalgia and sadness today. I was cleaning out the carport (or getting started on it anyway — now that the upright freezer is gone there’s a lot more room for… Continue reading HardHats and Packrats