Tireside Chats
When I was a child, I spent several weeks each summer at a family cottage in Bouctouche, a seaside village in eastern New Brunswick. Some of my earliest memories are of playing in the mud on the shore behind the cottage. The tides flood the shore to the alders and cliffs, then leave it dry and new each day.
For fifty years, this tire lay on the beach. Yes, it was slightly rotten on a few edges, but I'm sure it still another few hundred years left in it.
This year, we celebrated my aunt's 90th birthday at the cottage. Several of my cousins, and my sister, knew I had been removing tires from rivers, and thought it was I-don't-know-what, probably bizarre.
They probably had become so used to the sight of this tire on the beach that they figured it would make no difference whether it was picked up or not. After all, back in the old days, folks tossed their old tires into the woods without a second glance.
Okay, I hauled it out. And here is the difference:
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Reach out and Remove a Tire!
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