Ark on Wheels

Zoned by the mundane sound of street traffic, the unexpected clip clop of hooves hitting the pavement piqued my interest.   Looking up, my jaw dropped in surprise as a buckboard retrofit with the family row boat moved into my field of vision.  Occupied by an Amish family, the ark on wheels moved quickly down the road.  Hung over the stern, the fishing poles bounced, sending their colorful bobbers dancing in the wind.

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Down in my basement, lined neatly on a shelf are handwritten notebooks chronicling my life. After years of writing, the experience became more of a burden then an important part of my day so I quit writing. Five years later I took up writing again. This time it was in the form of a blog which gave me a place to hang out after I lost my job. From there my blog content morphed into writing about my general contractor experience building our house. As my life experiences grew so did my blog.

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