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| Le Roy Plow No 109 – Heirloom or eyesore? It’s in the eye of the beholder |
(aka motomynd)
To the chagrin of my wife, and the puzzlement of neighbors, visitors, and delivery people, the rusty 100-year-old plow rests on carefully chosen chunks of rock beside the stone walkway that leads to the front porch of our house. It means something to me – not quite sure what, exactly, but something. To others, it is a mystery at best, an eyesore at worst.
One day I happen to be in our front driveway when a delivery arrives. It is the woman who pushes the button on our new, high-tech Ring doorbell and leaves a big smile with the message, “Delivery from the FedEx chick.” She looks and acts like a woman who walked off a NYC fashion catwalk, stepped into a FedEx uniform, and for some strange reason fell in love with it. She has phenomenal legs and seems to know it, since she wears shorts almost year-round.
