tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263239775329950565.post1692769055293363655..comments2023-03-25T00:29:59.756-07:00Comments on Brittle Road: Let the Saw Do the WorkSpringer Kneebloodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02208420044446366675noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263239775329950565.post-22639939966651259562008-12-16T05:42:00.000-08:002008-12-16T05:42:00.000-08:00That's lovely. Good advice, plus I love all things...That's lovely. Good advice, plus I love all things tool-related.<BR/><BR/>EllieMe, You, or Elliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13159195620327366257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263239775329950565.post-17375657056913522772008-12-15T10:12:00.000-08:002008-12-15T10:12:00.000-08:00Yeah, and wait and let the flowers open in spring ...Yeah, and wait and let the flowers open in spring too.<BR/><BR/>Hah!Ursulahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14552343589211818193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263239775329950565.post-27019710643387776032008-12-14T17:54:00.000-08:002008-12-14T17:54:00.000-08:00I think it was because you were the boy-child he h...I think it was because you were the boy-child he had time to spend with, as you were "coming of age" when he was going into a semi-retired period of his life. He had more time with you to himself, with most of the rest of us scattered here and there, and knew you better than the rest of his kids. mAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com