It was chilly around 15 degrees Saturday night so I stayed in town. I stopped by Adam's Sunday morning on the way back in and asked what it would take to get that trailer out. He said we'll jack it off the blocks and try hooking it to his big Ford. In the mean while he had to wait for some people that were coming to buy his son's out grown swing set. Adam had 2 little Stihl chainsaws sitting there that he couldn't get to run and an ash tree on the ground that needed to be turned into fire wood. Having my saw handy I asked if he would mind if I got started on his log, he didn't mind. By the time that we got after the trailer the sun heated the ground into a layer of grease and the truck and trailer ended up in an awkward situation. So down we went to find another good neighbor, Greg with a back hoe. We found Greg sharpening the chain on his Pullon chainsaw and ready to help. After about an hour of finagling we had the trailer out and
pointed down hill. I asked Greg if I could pay him for his help and he said that I don't owe him a thing, if you help someone out they will help you in return.
Adam had to go get his wife in town and asked if he could come back another day with some wheels off of his trailer to finish pulling the trailer down and out to it's rightful owner.
I said sure and asked him if I could go back and finish cutting up his log.
I have never had to cut through much poison ivy but I found out that that stuff dulls a chain faster than cutting hedge and almost as fast as cutting fence or rocks. It took about 4 sharpening's to cut that vine.
So here is the point that I am coming to. After the duds that I had for neighbors in Colorado and after the lunatic psychotics, rightwing zealot gun fighters, liberal elitists, crazy cat men, Amish mafia, thug boys, and down right criminal poachers who were my neighbors in Iowa I believe that I may have found a community of good decent country folks here in Kentucky. Overall I'm elated with my new Kentucky situation.
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