This would be the final of my four replacement columns for The Higgs Weldon, but since all of them seem vaguely to be the same story, I think it may continue for a little while.
This week, the story starts out all like,
“I’m not trying to be difficult, but this is unacceptable!” I shouted to Vanessa from the bed of the lumber truck. I was trying to release one of the ratchet straps holding felled trees to the truck, which is pretty difficult to begin with, but we were being shot at, and I hate that. Sure, it comes with the job, but it always makes me duck.
Honestly, it’s a little bit embarrassing. I know the statistics. I wasn’t going to get hit. But they were shooting at me. Vanessa was closer to the banditos than I was, and she didn’t even flinch when they opened fire.
and then there's more. Go read it! There are no Ukranians this week.
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