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August 24, 2010



I am the product of my father and mother, who came from the depression and dustbowl days in Kansas. Nothing is wasted, a leftover nail, an extra piece of board, a worn, but serviceable tire. The 'free' umbrella from the repossessed tractor. And tools that could fix a Rainbow or a broken heart (if I had the parts).

Valuable resources, All! But Better, the skills to use them. My father had me fixing my own cars with my first one.

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