Stories from Oregon
“The egg sac hatched while they were working on other machines,” she went on, “there were baby black widows running everywhere!”
Oh, there were stories of the vast prairie on the other side of Highway 82 but as far as Willard Buffalo knew, no one had ever ventured across the dangerous barrier.
So there we were, two middle-aged men, dashing about the yard twirling ropes over our heads and chasing a pig. Both of us were pleased that no one was watching—and laughing.
For proof that entrepreneurial spirit is still alive in the west, just talk to the folks at The Oregon Shepherd wool insulation factory.
I’m sending an open letter so you understand what happened to the little black dog you dropped off…
So here’s the question: What is it about a mechanical breakdown that makes an otherwise kind and gentle man turn into a loudmouthed and braying fool?
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