THE ROD RACK

Last night I awoke suddenly from a sound sleep. In my dream I had seen the perfect plan for the fishing rod rack I wanted to build. I jumped out of bed intending to go write down the plan so I would not forget it. I tripped over the dog, stubbed my toe on the chest at the end of the bed and hit my head on the door. I awoke again with Buddy, my basset hound, licking my face. I could still remember the plan for the rod rack. I went to the kitchen and got some aspirin for my head ache and found a pad and pencil to draw out the rod rack on. I went back to bed satisfied that I would be able to build the perfect rod rack for my work shop.

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