Afternoon Wood

NOTHING LIKE A CORD OF WOOD, MAN: ACL punches me right in the sentimental bone with this great post on firewood.But honestly, considering my Northern Michigan upbringing at the hands of my sadistic father, this is what comes to mind:01. Sunday afternoons passing wood inside from outside, for the upcoming week.02. Carrying in wood for Mom after school.03. Spiders. Lots of fucking spiders.04. Cold snow on a dry log.05. Having to change my shirt after getting it all dirty carrying in wood.06. Leaving a trail of ice, sawdust and bark on the carpet.07. And getting in hot water for it.We heated our house in Central Lake with two wood stoves. It was my job to bring the wood in. And man, I'd bitch and moan. I hated that shit. I fought hard, but they always won.But of course, I miss that stuff. I remember the smell of the wood, and the burning of it. Plus, the actual "woodcutting" part of it was always the best. Deep in the woods with my dad, best friend Ronnie and his dad, Gary. Great adventures. Running around the woods, throwing shit at each other (literally), eating nutritious meals of candy bars and pop, etc. And dangerous as shit. Trees falling and stuff. Chainsaws. Cases of beer.Hell, Gary had this old truck that was our transportation into and out of the woods. This one time, due to our dad's scientific prowess or complete lack of judgment, they dropped a tree directly onto the back of the truck, denting the truck bed walls in. They had a quick laugh and just walked up and started cutting away, chainsaws raised into the air, hacking off pieces. "Less work." Crazy shit.- - - -THERE'S BEEN A LOT OF TALK ABOUT "WOOD" THE LAST COUPLE DAYS: Here's more talk. Cool resource.- - - -FINGERS CROSSED FOR A SHIFT IN THE WAY THINGS ARE: An incredible old promo yard stick thing from back in the day, right here. "Nowadays you have to beg them just to get a brochure." Sure, shit's grim out there. But hey, once those turkeys realize that bottomline economics just isn't the way to get someone to drop some loot on a big thing, well, all this will change. Things were different in the old days. back then, selling cars was a job you could raise a family on comfortably. (This link was sent in by Stefan Robinson of the great state of Minnesota. Thanks!)- - - -WE SELL YARD STICKS TOO, READERS: "DDC-003 "Factory Floor Issue Yardstick." You need one of these. Quit fucking around and place an order right now. Shipped to yer doorstep. Hell, think of how funny it'll be to have the mail person walking with this sticking out of their bag? Big laughs. Precise measurements. American wood. 36 inches long. Measure a dachshund with it.- - - -ON THE PLAYER:01. Silver Jews - Tanglewood Numbers02. Lambchop - The Decline of Country & Western Civilization03. Promise Ring - Wood/Water