I met up with an old acquaintance the other day. His son and mine were friends in school. We’ve been friendly, though not close. Over the years, his family has defined the word “hardscrabble”; they’ve made a most modest living as loggers, farmers, and whatever else they could find. The ways of the modern world seem a mystery to them - never solved but only accommodated by endless hard work that has worn furrows into their kind faces.
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