Tuesday, December 24, 2013


We had to get our bearings straight.

At Thanksgiving time Homer heard and odd sound with the processing equipment. It was the sound of something mettalic.

Then things started to not work well. Hand cranking had to happen. There were a few curse words uttered.

And I drove to the middle of no where for replacement parts. These bearings can be oiled so they last longer. Metal on metal does not do well, destruction happens.

The beat up bearing had dropped its small metal balls. The two new ones made everything right in our world again.

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