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Originally Posted by Glenn
I was telling Dale of how I spent some of my summers as a kid
working for a local Dairy Farmer - we both knew.
Lester had me clean out His Barn
for 10.00 a day.
His herd of Dairy Cows Spent all winter in the barn so
the manure and straw was packed in 3 feet high.
My Technique?
I take a deep breath. RACE in with the pitchfork. BREAK a Layer loose.
And run for the door and Fresh air.
DALE LAUGHED.
And then he told me, "I don't have to do that anymore. Explained his barter deal.
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Hi Glenn,
Thanks... This reminds me of a story my late Dad once told me.
My father grew up on a farm in rural Michigan. Being on a farm in the 1950s, he had to tend to all the usual farm chores that went with running a farm.
One of the jobs he had to do from time to time as he was growing up was shoveling pig manure!
Those days made it a little hard to go on dates...
No strength of cologne can mask the smell of pig manure!
Best wishes,
Dien