When I was a kid the adults we knew ranged from Cornell professors to 
backwoods rabbit hunters who mostly only talked to their Beagles. But 
there was one set of adults who were farmer type radio hams or owned 
home-built airplanes or tractors or collected old tools or raced 
dirt-track stock cars or built the TV cable system out of spools of wire 
off the backside of a pu-truck and these guys would hang out in some 
corner of a place, yes with a coal pot belly stove at the old river mill 
in Brooktondale is one of my earliest memories, and talk and yammer and 
just get on with all sorts of stuff that they found interesting... this 
sometimes is sort of how I see BP.

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