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Pipe & Egyptian story reminds me... Years ago I pull into my grandparents summer cottage (which is now my home!) to go fishing. Papu, age 87, has half his driveway dug up to replace the metal culvert that had collapsed. I help him finish digging it up, and he had planned to fashion another pipe from scrap metal he had. We get done digging out the old pipe, actually just the one on the east side, the west side pipe was OK. He goes, "Well, since you're hear with your pickup, let's go get a concrete pipe!" So we go off in my 1984 Ranger and get a 8.5' long 8" pipe. Talk about a full load! "Um, how are we going to get this off Papu?"
"Ah, well just pull up next to a tree and use some ropes and tackle."
Well, since he had run a trucking business in a rural/farming area for many years from the depression to the late 60s, I figured he knew a good plan. (Side note, he used to tell the stories of trucking eggs to NYC when they had to bring their own pickup truck load of sand to sand the hills for the tractor trailers...and of running a trucking business when they used to rebuild engines every 15k miles!) On the way back to his place I see a friend of mine pulling out of a driveway with the Telephone company boom truck (the one with the auger they use to set poles with), so I stick my hand out the window and give him the "follow me" signal. Boom truck made short work of setting the pipe for us, but I kinda wish I had let Papu show me just what he had in mind to handle this 1/2 ton piece of concrete!
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