Mine's buried under a ton of crap. Once I get the garage reroofed I'll clean it up. It's an antique built by the Ann Arbor Organ Company back in 1902, got from a client for hanging a door and a couple of other small jobs in their house.
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Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming ...."WOW! What a ride!!!!!"
LUNCH with THEOLDMAN...On a break for now...