When I was a boy, come Thanksgiving, we observed a tradition that’s decidedly different today. Dad would mix some two-cycle gas, sharpen and oil the saw chain, and we’d scour
When I was a boy, come Thanksgiving, we observed a tradition that’s decidedly different today. Dad would mix some two-cycle gas, sharpen and oil the saw chain, and we’d scour
something about the price of freedom. it s a story about a small group of individuals can make a huge impact on all of us and it all starts with one man in the far reaches on down east maine. from rural worcester, where winter comes early and the peak season for his business is november and december. worcester is a wreath maker and he grows on the land that spills down the hill from his driveway as far as the eye can see. i leave the leave the house by quarter of 6:00. almost every morning go to the same restaurant to eat breakfast. one of the largest manufacturers of wreaths in america and the only one that grows his own.