Photography By Sethsnap:Your Story
As he sat in the Kitchen.. Mr. Raze was speaking so lovingly and eloquent like smooth jazz, he up tempo and change pitches and pulled out cash…
Enjoying his coffee he listened to this man and his love for money and watched him reach down and grab the case and opened it. cash…one hundred thousand dollar he breathlessly exclaimed. Not noticing, he was the only one excited.
Loggers, hell! Why is he in my house? Little Joe’s kids set this up. Minding his manners. He was offered another cup of coffee to his guest and said…
Money is temporary and gone in a short time and happiness is not a given. I’m happy and have money.
Looking out my window.. Money can’t buy this. Out there is someone’s home, home to many various lifeforms and occasional alien landing “but he didn’t say that.. thought it!
Now if it was only the tree frog the lived out there . I could not with good conscience and would not allow timber harvesting on this property..I agree to have you come by and there I’ve done that.
So remove your large sex toy of cash from hop_sing’s table and be on your way. Unless you want to hang and watch the animals, live and up close…. undisturbed?
Knowing the Ponderosa was not being abused by his generation..