Jonathan Jensen

As a teenager I took apart an old lumber mill.  Large sections of the building had already been bulldozed.  We were getting lumber to build a few barns.   Loren and Hazel even saved the nails.  It was as unreal to them then as it is to me know.  The waste.  The burn pile bound pieces of time.  I enjoy greatly, the age marks left from a life of use.  I hope you will too.