Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Huck stories - skis

When my father was a kid, he asked his father for money (maybe ten
bucks) for a pair of skis. "We're not paying for skis," the old gent
said. Instead, they went out into the woods, found a good, straight
birch trees, cut it down, and dragged it home. There, they cut,
carved, paned, and polished the wood into a set of skis. If I remember
the story correctly, Huck broke theis on the first or second time out.

RIP, Huck, one year ago today

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