Well, leaving for Boulder, Colorado in five minutes to pick up my lowboy trailer. Need it to move all my equipment. Especially the 1949 UNIT Crane. Only one of its kind left in the world…Oh brother, this trailer. It’s fifty foot long, originally used to move D-8 Bulldozers. Everyone borrows it. Then, for some reason, can’t get it back. Last time I had to pick it up from Naselle, Washington. Pal died after he got there. Sad. Anyhow, I arrive at night, hook up the trailer, sleep in my truck, start out at five am for home. After the sun comes up, people are waving and honking at me. I wave back. The highway patrol doesn’t wave, he red lights me. I pull the Freightliner over, look in my mirror for the cop. He’s still in his car. I figure he wants me out. I step down and hit the ground. I fly right back into the cab. A giant swarm of pissed off bees are trying for payback. A hive had set up inside an empty tool box while sitting for a year…