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February 2001

Call me a hippie!! I Dare you!!

Never mind that I own more Donovan, Dylan and Peter, Paul and Mary cdsthan Pink Floyd, Guns and Roses, or country. Never mind that I have longhair. Never mind that I eat organic food, and grow whatever I can. Never mind that I listen to NPR. 

I dare you to call me a hippie!  Yesterday I drove my four wheeldrive truck into the woods through the foot deep snow, and I cut down trees.Never mind that I hated the drive. I kept thinking it was a waste of powerand that I would rather be skiing. Never mind that I went after these particulartrees because they were dead or dying already, and if I have to heat withwood, I would go to great lengths to be sure I don't hurt any trees needlessly. 

But listen to what I have said. I CHOPPED UP TREES WITH A CHAIN SAW,and PLOWED THROUGH THE BEAUTY OF THE SNOW COVERED FOREST WITH AN OVERPOWERED VEHICLE. I DARE you to call me a hippie. Never mind that the vehicle isnot actually overpowered. It is a four cylinder, which is hard to findand most people would call it under powered. Never mind that it is exactlywhat I wanted for better gas mileage. 

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March 13, 2001
 

"Dude, where's my house?"

"I don't know dude. Where is your house?"

"Dude, I don't know. Where's my house?"

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April 8, 2001   The Boss

I wrastled with that vac nigh on two hours. Just when I was free ofone hold it was ready with the next. At one time I had him torn limb from limb (or should I say, main housing from motor assemble from handle assembly?.)  Still, it was all I could to overcome every little obstacle. And now Isit here, still subdued by the power of the 12 amp wonder. They don't callhim the Boss for nothing.

First he lured me in with the old broken belt fake. Having changed manybelts I was overconfident. As soon as the belt was changed, it was the bag. Again a simple maneuver, but he was just warming up. Then came a loop. I have never seen a cracked motor assembly in the mat before. I was pinned and almost counted out. I just flailed my screw drivers until I got away. 
 

Then I was thrown by a clogged hose. After the cracked housing, I wasn'tready for a standard move. What a clever opponent. But, I have practiced  escape from this maneuver over and over. I am an experienced wrastlers.Back in the old days, those old style canister vacs used that move constantly.
 

I finally has him on the run. He had used up all his moves, and justwhen I was ready to bring it home. He sprung the broken belt on me, AGAIN. What stamina. 

When Meg gave me this vac, I thought it was just because she got a newone. I was never prepared for what I got into. The Boss is either cursed or blessed. I may never know. 

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