When we heated with wood, I spent just about every Saturday, in the spring and fall, out in the woods.  If I wasn’t cutting wood, I was splitting it and hauling it.

Now, I always enjoy classical music, so when I would take a break that is what I listened to on the radio in the truck.  That is also what I listened to as I hauled wood through downtown Lowell.

But, the real kicker was driving through downtown Lowell and listening to opera on Saturday afternoons.  Somehow, it just seem to be counter cultural.  And, of course, I would get some looks from people on the street as some soprano was singing her heart out in Italian.

Well, I guess even red necks can have culture.