Oh and the box fiasco. So steve and I found a local box maker (the actual cutter) and ordered the boxes. We went down to pick 'em up and hang out with the owner. He's a wwii pacific war vet with too many funny stories to tell about a lurid life that stretched from one end of the globe to the other before settling down at 45 in Arkansas. So we hung out, packed the boxes in the truck and headed down the interstate to home.
LO and freaking behold - 5 boxes of boxes flew off the truck. needless to say we slowed traffic on the interstate for an hour or two picking up boxes - then ordered more.
ha ha, if it ain't one thing, its another.
dual statted yes LA and D20
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