my wifes uncle worked at sears many years before he worked at small grocery this couple came in they were clearly starving he showed fred an old martin traded it for roll of bologna
it is what ever the market will bear
A fellow [part of the "local colour"] in the district where I grew up was known as Joe Bologna. [I think was in my late teens before I heard his real last name.] Apparently one night he, and a few of his buddies, broke into a rail car [during the depression] and stole some food. Story goes that the others picked up a variety of stuff, but Joe took an armful of bologna [full bungs, natural casing, back then].
Anyhow... that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
weird part he bought a hd28 later in life died and someone came from nashville and bought it cheap
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