....so I was sitting in my outhouse one frosty morning when it was about 5 degrees out, thinking about how I was going to get to work that day. My truck was still up on blocks because the front rotors hadn't arrived yet from special order and my car was frozen in a snowbank. Outside of Ithaca, NY, 1978 or so. Brand new septic system last year, an engineering marvel of a sandfilter that was bigger than my slightly tilted house. Then the hand dug well had run dry and I had to get my shovel, hammer, and some nails and make good use of the scrap lumber pile out behind the deserted chicken coop. So here I was...sitting and thinking as they say...when all of a sudden for the first time in my life I wondered, "Could I possibly be turning in a..."
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