It's A Steel Belted Life

We have this neighbor... Bob. He's your typical sweet old man across the street who will happily loan you his extension ladder or start a conversation with a line like "That reminds me of the time I had to go before the Judge for shooting a man..."

A couple weeks ago I casually mentioned that I was thinking to put a tire swing in the yard and was keeping my eye out for a discarded tire. Yesterday afternoon, Bob showed up at my front door with a chihuaha in one arm and an old steel belted radial in the other. After a trip to the hardware store and a little digging in my rope box in the garage we had a new toy in the yard. Anza was hesitant to get on at first, but once she was on she just wanted me to keep pushing her.