Mercy! Mercy! That Dang Nabed PERCY!

Forty-Ford Sedan

It continues to be bitterly cold in Central Wisconsin. I am burning firewood as fast as I can gather it. It is so cold my trailers have flat tires and I will need to get them pumped back up tomorrow to stay in operation. Plus, I have to get a new chainsaw. My others have worn out or are nearing the end of their service life. My shed is still half full but without replenishment (at the current usage rate) I probably have a three week supply on hand.

Today we went to see our new tax man in Waupaca. The old guy we had just couldn't seem to get it right. So this year we found someone new based upon a friend's recommendation. He seems pretty sharp and hopefully he will perform up to expectations.

My 1940 Ford Sedan is coming along. It has been a frame up rebuild. The next step will be rewiring it and then it will be a runner. I'm thinking about writing a novel that spans several generations, beginning with my grandfather who bought it, to my father who stored it in the barn, to myself who raced it and finally my son who comes back from Afghanistan and finds it sitting once more on blocks in the garage. I have a plot of sorts kicking around in my mind and it should be interesting. I keep you posted on how the effort comes.