Not For Sale

| December/January 1992

RR#1,Box 165 Windsor, Vermont 05089

It was the 6th of May this year and I was ready to go engine hunting. I decided to stop to see my buddy Ed, to try to stir things up and see if he cared to go along. He decided he had things to do, so I went home to figure out my next move.

I was having a cup of coffee, thinking 1 might take a short trip into New Hampshire. You can almost spit in the Connecticut River from where I live- about a mile to the south is the famous Cornish-Windsor covered bridge, so it is a short trip to get to New Hampshire. Anyhow, the phone rang. I had asked my friend Bob Warren earlier if he was planning on going to the Hudson, New York engine auction on the coming weekend. Bob and his wife Pat are mainstays of the Vermont Gas and Steam Engine Club. Bob usually goes to the auction, and said he was going down to Hudson, and was ready to load my drag saw and other items to take to the auction.

I mentioned to Bob that I was about to go on a short engine hunting trip into New Hampshire and wondered if he cared to go along, before we loaded the things I wanted to send to the Hudson auction. It didn't take Bob very long to answer my question and say he'd be right down.

Since Bob lives just a short distance from me, he was here in a short time and said, 'Let's go!' We both hopped into my pickup and were off. I said I knew a guy who had a lot of rusty iron and I knew there was an engine there with a tree growing up through part of it. I had been there before and I knew the way- that was about five years ago.

This day, we were on the wrong road and wound up on a dead end road in someone's dooryard. There were people inside, so I asked if they knew where we had taken a bad turn and if they knew the place I was talking about. We were close, but we had to backtrack down the hill and take the first right to get to the place these people called a real junkyard. I call it rusty iron and I love the stuff.