Let me introduce you to my amazing tool boxes.
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So, what’s in my tool boxes? The simple answer—everything and anything I need to fix anything anywhere anytime. Don’t believe me? Ask my Babe…
First things first, let’s get the ground rules settled so that no one gets hurt.
Rules are rules. Don’t break ’em.
My father’s hand-me-down tools…where it all started for me.
My father was a lumberjack and jack-of-all-trades. Yes, a real tree cutter. A logger in Quebec, Canada and Maine, USA during the 1950s and early 1960s until his death in December 1964 at the young age of 34.
He had a special talent with anything mechanical and could fix anything anytime…just like me today. I got that “fix-it” DNA from him. Ask anyone who knows me. If it’s broken, I can fix it.
That dirty old and messy red tool box is filled with memories…
Ride Safe Out There.Â
Rosaire Beaulieu 1930-1964 – Lumberjack
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