Wake
Easygoing Conservative
- Jun 11, 2013
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I think one of my fondest memories in my youth is curling up close to the wood stove furnace my father installed in our old house many years ago. Every Summer he'd make me haul ass with him at a lumberwood company to gather and stack pieces of wood in a trailer, like some nightmarish game of Tetris. The extreme heat, wasps, and severity of my father's nature is what made it so tough. Forget your lunch, or didn't bring enough? Too bad. Gotta keep working for ten hours straight, climbing up high on the pile, throwing the right pieces down, then sliding down the splintery pile to go and stack wood. Strangely, those were some of the best times of my life, and am now hungry to do the same with my little ones in the future. Working to death makes you feel alive.