I'd like to introduce Mr. Truck's truck. (You didn't think I called him that for nothing, did you?) It's a 1954 Chevy, fully restored to better than new. When it came home on the back of a wrecker, after sitting in a field for 17 years, I asked the wrong question. Instead of how much did you pay for that, I should have asked how much are you going to pay to fix that? But Mr. Truck loves it, maybe more than he loves me and it is the reason he will never, never, ever complain about my knitting or my stash.
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