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Ah yes, Greenbrier. Alleycat, you bring up an old memory when you mention egg farms. When I was 16, I worked at a drug store. The pharmacist had a farm in Oak Grove. In a 1967 Ford Pickup, he sent my buddy and me to get him the good chicken manure from one of the immense chicken houses. Needless to say, we got the truck stuck in the slimy green goodness. Being a thinking boy, I suggested my friend take the duty of pushing the truck from the rear. I was better with the clutch, or so I said. Well, 40 years later, it still comes up in conversation ... especially the moment my foot slipped off the clutch and I gunned it. And Ghostbusters think THEY got slimed. Child's play. My poor friend. Poor me, I had to ride with him Oak Grove ... then he got hosed. Thoroughly. Ahhhhhhhh, the memories.
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