I heard it the other day. The agreement of noise with nature. It reminded me of home. Uncut chords of wood delivered to our doorstep. Without flinching the old man releasing a frenzy of saw dust and aroma only a lumberjack could call perfume. Funny how those things can set you off. Speaking of, there's some nifty new organization over at FREEMAN Transport. Proud to be a part of the posse.
Spent the last 24 hours breeding some ICEMAN schwag before giving birth to the good ol 19x25. All American red, white, and blue featuring the KING and QUEEN of the podium. If you're in Traverse City this weekend stop by the FISHER expo booth and snag your very own autographed copy.