my wife tried to get me to enter
> in the crosscut sawing competition,
After the demise of logging here (3 full time sawmills closed and about 
30 logging crews all moved away),
    at a yard sale, I found a high grade racing saw. A one man saw.
It came it a ridiculously heavy canvas case trimmed in thick leather all 
around. Quite the outfit.

   Well I used to know a man named Crazy Richard.
  Richard earned his name.  Drunk and disorderly much of the time for 
years. Then one day he got tired of that decided to clean up.
  He began to eat and take care of himself and turned into an entirely 
different person. He met a girl and fell in love (a former Playboy 
centerfold) and in time they had a darling baby.
  Well Richard, about 6' 5", decided to take up saw racing. He got 
serious and I eventually gave him my racing saw.

     Sadly within that same year he went back to his former life, lost 
the girl, and went back to sleeping under the bridge for the rest of his 
life. sigh.

  I never did hear what he did with the saw. Richard did have one 
redeeming quality.
He never, ever, brought his trouble to my door.
    When he was drunk I never saw him, unless an accidental meeting on 
the street.   And even then he would politely excuse himself and disappear.

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