Calling around

Thanks to Paul Rudershausen, we found a mill to cut the logs from the tree removal at 505 Fisher. Mr Earl Jones has been working in wood mills since he wa 10 (he's now ~75? that's just a guess based on other evidence). Peter and I arrived at his home around 8 (after a country ham biscuit at Red Barn, of course), north of Swansboro on Belgrade-Swansboro Rd. He was clearly "retired", but had about 20 hours of work ahead of him this weekend. We drove onto his driveway, and there he was sitting in his golf cart, with a friendly "dog" standing next to him. The dog was a pygmy goat, named Pete. Pete kept us company the rest of the day. Hopping up onto the slabs while Mr. Jones was milling, and then would hop back down to gnaw on a fresh chip of cedar or cherry. He (was) also fond of his rooster, though less so after he saw what the rooster did to the seat on his fork lift. . . 'i was hungry for chicken pastry today'. The mill was a fine piece of machinery and organization. It took only 1.25 hours to cut the 4 6-foot logs to some of the prettiest boards that Mr. JOnes had seen. It was pretty cool. 'The saw is for sale if yall are interested.' Tempted? You betchya.
Now we wait. . . about 6 months for it to dry.