I’d buy anything.

But I know where there’s a lovely car now for sale. For six hundred dollars. And a fine man that’s got it. I was up to see it the other day. I’ll tell you who’s got it. His brother dropped dead at the park here two Sundays ago. He lives up in Orwell. Oh, hell of a fine man, he is. I went up and looked at it. I had it about sold, but the bugger never came here yet. I guess he won’t come. Perhaps he didn’t have enough money.

But it’s in great shape!

Courtesy John Coulson

Harry, c.1970.

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