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Joe
“So today’s the day,” he thought more than a little nervous, but excited all the same. “Been a lot of years gettin’ ready for this ... and there still ain’t no guarantees. But I’ll be damned if I’m gonna spend my life as just another skilled hand on building site.” He looks around the bulding – it’s a small shop and he’ll be needing more tools soon if business catches on. “Room to expand, though – that’s why I picked this spot. But it’s lumber I’ll really be needin’ – some good quality hardwood.” He glances through the window at the forest – “Would get some myself if I knew the first thing about telling an oak from a maple from an ash.” He laughs a moment, “Funny how I can make ‘em into all kinds of things once they’re in my shop but I wouldn’t know where to begin cuttin’ ‘em down myself.” He moves away from the window and picks up the sign – Joe McGinley, carpenter, builder. “Looks like this is it,” he says and places the sign on the post in front of his shop. He turns again to look at the place and smiles – it’s a little small, but it’s his.
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