Saturday was a very choreful day here at The Fahm; impending winter has stepped up our pace around here. David Oles was over by 8:00 a.m.; he and Raj had a date with Our Great Sulking Hulking Lobstah The Real Tractor, a wrench, some bolts, and some bushings. And copious amounts of spewing transmission fluid, but that's a whole 'nother story...
...as is the story of Our Great Sulking Hulking Lobstah nearly severing the tip of David's index finger last week. David's wearing Kevlar gloves now, for Tractor work.
