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By: Daniel

Daniel — Fri, 01 May 2009 13:49:01 +0000

Awesome, Dane. I can imagine that…

By: dane

dane — Thu, 30 Apr 2009 15:20:12 +0000

I used to find stands of trees near (kinda) our house wherever we lived at the time, and then I’d buy some sheets at a garage sale when next I could, and build a fort in the woods by draping sheets over tree limbs around a thicket.

By: smilinphoenix

smilinphoenix — Thu, 30 Apr 2009 13:43:06 +0000

I used to live near a hobby farm run by OTR Truckers, when I was a kid. When they were on the road, I would take care of the horses, chickens, grouse, quail and pheasant and the occasional pig. There was an old railway car that was behind the barn that was usually full of hay. I took some old tires and built a sofa out of them and a couple of busted bails. It was huge and metal and had ladders up the sides and over the top. Hours of make believe were spent in/on that fort.
That was where I learned how to start a Model-T, tractor or a Harley and throw a knife. Chicago Steve had a set of balanced knives in his vast collection and we would put a paper plate on a board and throw at it until it was smithereens. The only place you don’t see me with at least 3 knives is at the airport. I have never had to use them, but they instill a small sense of confidence.
I like the smell of horse manure and diesel exhaust more than fabric softener and catalytic converters. (I really miss those old trucker buddies that I never really knew anybody’s full/real name)
That was where I learned how to start a Model-T Ford, tractor or a Harley and throw a knife. Chicago Steve had a set of balanced knives in his vast collection and we would put a paper plate on a board and throw at it until it was smithereens. The only place you dont see me with at least 3 knives is at the airport. I have never had to use them, but they instill a small sense of confidence.
I like the smell of horse manure and deisel exhaust more than fabric softener and catyletic converters. (I really miss those old trucker buddies that I never really knew anybodys full/real name) Salute to Ronny, Chicago Steve, Pee-Wee, Taters and the lot of em. Yeah, they used to call me Jay Bird.

By: ethan

ethan — Thu, 30 Apr 2009 12:37:47 +0000

Ah, the mighty fortress of solitude. I cannot count the number of forts I had as a child. We moved a lot.