A few years back while camping with family. I took the neices and nephews to a park to play. I was bored so I started to wittle and eventually a fork was born. One nephew asked if he could have it. Next thing I know I am making forks for all of them. Later at dinner they were all eating with wooden forks.
THAT is the heritage we need to be fostering, the feelings we need to be passing down to the generations after our own.
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A Little Paranoia Will Keep You Safe (ALPWKYS) Be a Sheepdog JYD#105
