 This was the rich guy's fence. The rich guy and his wife moved to
our quiet little town to spend weekends. Their real home is two
hours away in the city. He owns a factory or store or something down
there. But here they bought that 5 acres on the edge of town and had
people from the city come up and build their vacation home. They
paid the builders to stay down at the Empress Motel while they
worked, too.Well, the house was finished toward the end of
summer, and they've been up here several times since. Seem like nice
enough folks. But the fence...
The rich guy had no fence around the 5 acres, you see, and he had
no firewood. So he decided to kill two birds with one stone and have
some firewood cutters build a firewood fence, about 4 feet high,
around his little country estate.
So we watched, as load by load the fence grew: first across the
front of the property and then turning a corner to go back toward
the rear of his property.
A firewood fence. Dud did some figuring down at the Mule Barn the
other day. Dud always was handy with figures.
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"As I see it, he has one fireplace in that whole house," Dud
says, "and he doesn't need it to heat the house. They had a propane
furnace put in. So, if he burns that fireplace continuously every
weekend during winter, figuring winter lasts until about April, give
or take, I figure it'll take him 93 years to run out of fence."
Those of us who cut and haul our own wood and use it to heat the
house, at first said nasty things about the rich guy. This fence was
really gilding the lily, of course.
But then we started taking friends from out of town to see it.
"You think you've seen a fence?" we'd say. "I'll show you one for
the books."
[Text from file received from Slim Randles]
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