John says not on your life. Doesn't he mean on 'his' life? We'll have to get a posse together, a can of tar, some molting chickens, and go pay John a visit late some night. Why the very idea of him hoarding all those strctures just galls me to no end. Yup, we're going to have to teach that boy a lesson or three. BTW John, I received the plow in today's mail. Thank you. Do you want Rhode Island Red, or bantam chicken feathers?
