Shaw Pep-P-Pal

| September/October 1987

206 Prospect Street , Point Marion, Pennsylvania 15474

Everyone at one time in his life has had an experience that leaves an exhiliarated feeling, even after a period of years. The thought brings a rush of memories, some good, some not so good. This is a story of that magnitude.

About four years ago, around Christmas time, a friend of mine called me and asked if he could make me a good deal. Little did he know how good it really was.

My son was involved with motor bikes at the time. When my friend found out he called me to sell me one to use as parts, a real deal he said. I told him I was not interested and as I was about to leave I saw an old tractor just sitting in heap.

I had seen this tractor about two years before, but at that time he was not interested in selling it. He said it was a pile of rust and was he ever right! Even so, I still wanted that tractor. I offered him all the cash in my pocket which was $8.00. He didn't think twice and I didn't give him time to change his mind. I loaded my treasure and headed for home quick as I possibly could.

Once I got home and unloaded the tractor it began to change it's appearance, or perhaps I was just seeing it in another light. My treasure began to look a little like fools gold and I wondered if it could be rebuilt or was I just dreaming.