Fred Wright
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Where we were growing up the neighbor man cut and split firewood. Being the nosy, annoying kids we were, hanging around watching was our amusement. The old boy talked to the rounds as he split.
His maul had seen better days... the head flew off the handle during a swing and bounced off my chest. I wasn't hurt but he sure was scared at first.
His maul had seen better days... the head flew off the handle during a swing and bounced off my chest. I wasn't hurt but he sure was scared at first.