Got to play pretend trucker last Saturday last weekend. First time *ever* dragging a big ol' trailer along the road, getting Miss D's spars up to the sparmaker. Again. It was scary at first, but by the time we got her spars home and the trailer dropped back off, at least I can say I didn't hit anything. Well, except for that fencepost with the wheelwell....
The sparmaker himself was a hoot! While her spars were drying we got shown around an old Wien Air gull-wing Stinson, and treated to all kinds of 40's-50's Alaska stories. It really brought to mind how "small town" frontier areas must have been back in the day. "Oh yeah, Mudhole Smith, well he was...."
Kind of makes me wonder what the kids in the 20's could have gotten treated to in the way of "Old West" stories from them that knew the "big names" as everyday neighbors. What a world it must have been. "Girl, let me tell you something about Wyatt Earp..."
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Kind of fun to play "remember when" with someone who really knows, isn't it?
"Grampa, tell me 'bout the good ol' days..."
:)
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