Chain gangs are not a feature of the upper mid-west. While struggling with rocks this morning it struck me that this might be chain gang work. It's what it felt like when I was a boy, picking rocks with my Dad. He chose the time and the length of work. Now I have the adult privilege of voting with my body. It doesn't matter how short the time in the field, quitting is totally my choice. But, thanks to a glacier 10,000 years ago there rocks to pick.
Takk for alt,
Al
This is one rock I didn't attempt to lift.
1 comment:
Nice to read your blog again. I missed the random adventures of Al .
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