6:30 pm. Just about to relax into some guitar playing after a great dinner. The phone rings. Caller ID says its the intercom at our outside gate"hey Mark it's Carl I got yer firewood!" Carl is one of the local forces of nature.
He is a prime producer, an artisan of ancient and modern
fundamentals. He produces and delivers firewood.
The cans are filled with kindling.
Somehow they end up on top...
plenty few inches to spare on the gate:
"No extra charge for the tree trimming!"
Back in the recliner, tuning up the guitar by 7 pm.
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