A True Barn Find – “Senior”

I used to work at a motorcycle junkyard on the east coast. The yard was nce an old hatchery. Anyone who has any idea what working on a hatchery farm will tell you that chicken sh*t is one of the most foul smells imaginable. Every summer, the sun would beat own on the tin-roof coops and warm that familiar smell. I was in one of the old office building going through boxes of parts. I found this picture at the bottom of a box marked “Senior.” I remember looking at the picture and thinking, “that’s a keeper.” It’s now in a little frame in the shop just above one of my antique presses.