The power of tools.
Beer, breakfast of champions. That’s what my brother’s Tee shirt says, and the four I just had sure tasted good. I was now ready to tackle the wayward branches in my yard, but first I donned the proper attire, leather apron, long sleeved shirt, steel toe boots, respirator mask, hard hat with visor and ear muffs. As I pulled on my long gauntlet leather gloves my feeling of manliness was almost intoxicating. Soon I stood at the base of the offending tree and prepared to pull the starter rope, when... Sign in to see full entry.