Alex Palenschat wrote:
I got a lot of equipment but all junk...you know clothes
pins, paper
clips and tape to hold it together and cardboard boxes for cases!
jr
You have cardboard!
Right...(rolls up sleeves and takes a deep breath) I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay [the] mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."
Couldn't help it...
You got poison?!? Some guys have all the luck....