Steve said “I only have enough firewood for our stoves, for one year”. ‘Wow, really livin’ on the edge!’ I replied. This exchange took place on a superbly rainy Monday at the Baily Farm. Carol, Richard, Steve, Dottie and I spent an entire morning, into the afternoon, catching up on a few decades of history. What a delightful event that was. And about his firewood, I don’t know what he considers a “year’s worth”, but a guy with a pickup could make a good living, reselling what he had stacked there.