I met a couple weeks ago with the son of the first guy who ever gave me a shot at the tree biz, logging in Maine in '77. The son is in the septic biz and we need a new one at the camp. I asked him if he knew this crazy mofo I had worked there with, Earl. The 2 stories about Earl that I...
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