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yesterday, our feisty neighbor Bill
drove his ATV across our yard, right up to the
front porch, demanding, "did you put up that sign?"
i couldn't tell where he was going with this line
of interrogation, so i simply said "yes" and hoped
for the best. he beamed and shook my hand, saying
i'd earned some community points and everyone was
talking about it. he again invited us to come up
to his place so today we took him up on it. we
knocked unannounced, but he seemed ready and eager
for company. he is a spritely man, possibly part
leprechaun, and he laughed as he poured himself a
whisky coke and plied me with smoked salmon as
sarah cracked one of the beers we brought. another
neighbor dropped in for a nip and then we toured
the property, strewn with derelict vehicles--1923
tractor, old trucks large and small, even a 1938
wood tugboat on jacks--but the highlight was the sawmill and heavy
excavator he uses to move the logs he
scavenges. well, that and his cats, who come and go through a
window onto Ewok
style walkways that branch out among the treetops
shading his hillside home. Bill is 75 but still
works part time keeping pierce
county ferry engines running. with ongoing
shortage of skilled workers, it's up to the
old-timers to keep things moving.
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