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Presents meant more when we were poor
My next-door neighbor brought his motorcycle over today to have me do some work on it. He was admiring my two stand up rollaround tool chests. He commented that I had any tool a person could ever want. It got me to thinking about when I was first married, and we didn’t have much money. The few tools I had I carried around in a canvas bag. One year for Christmas my wife got me a small JCPenney toolbox. She must have secretly saved up for it. I thought it was the greatest thing ever. I remember getting my canvas tool bag out and transferring everything into that small toolbox. I didn’t have much and there was plenty of room left over. 45 years later, I still have that toolbox. I don’t keep much in it, it’s pretty beat up and it usually hangs out under my workbench. But it’s a present that I will always remember opening up on Christmas day.
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Kurt V
No more Porsches, but a revolving number of motorcycles.
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