MARJORIE AND KEVIN SKATING DOWN THE FIFTH LINE
There was a time when the fifth line was regularly ice covered sometimes so thick and smooth that Marjorie and Kevin skated from our farm right down past Kerrs and on to Saunders, then Lietches and Fabers and onward. They could have reached Highway 7 easily. About two miles of ice covered road gently sloping south.
Impulse. “Let’s ask all of Andrew’s friends up to the farm to swim in the swamp.”“boys and girls?”“The whole bunch.”“What about the risks?”“Risks?”“Someone could drown…pushing and pulling…water will be muddied up.”“Never going to happen….”
From: Alan Skeoch
Subject: Barn Building – a skill I seem to lack
Date: January 5, 2018 at 3:01:48 PM GMT-5
To: alanskeoch
STUPID IS AS STUPID DOES: A HARD LESSON LEARNED IN BARN BUILDING
alan skeochjanuary 2018
“Marjorie, stand beside the car…Pregnancy getting close to term…we are going to have a baby!”“Alan, when the baby arrives you will have to pay attention to other things.”
“Meaning what?”
“Meaning, I will need help.”
“Right! You can count on me.”
“We can no longer pile farm equipment and planks on the roof rack.”
“Why not? The baby isn’t going be put on the roof rack, is it?
“Think…think…think, Alan. Or is that too much to ask?
“Act like an adult for once in your life.”
So that is when the great idea came to mind…like a flash of lightning.
No, I have not joined Star Wars. This is my #$%$ boot. Read on if you have the time and the stomach for disaster.
“YES, VIRGINIA, OLD ENGLAND DOES EXIST”
