Wednesday, March 14, 2007



Since I met him, Sean has told me horror stories of cord wood from his childhood. Apparently his folks thought it would be a good idea to have a wood-burning stove as their main (or only?) source of heat in the far reaches of Maine. That meant that much of Sean's free time was spent cutting and stacking loads and loads of wood. Today, he got to revisit his childhood nightmare and conquer it with vigour and a little bit of pride as we stacked a stash of logs for ourselves. The rest is up for the grabbing, lugging and hauling . . .building blocks for someone elses horror.

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