While driving through
town the other day I saw two well-dressed men walking down a street near
downtown. One of the men had a briefcase
swinging at his side. The other man was carrying
bundle of sticks on his shoulder. The
sticks were four or five feet long, still covered with bark, and mostly crooked
as hell.
They were junky sticks.
I’m not sure what the man
with sticks was buying or selling, but I was impressed. I like a business guy who packs around a
bunch of worthless sticks.
--Mitchell
Hegman
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