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engage so that it will lock the ratchet into place   Sam Fearins. Volunteer fireman extraordinaire, hero to some, a big part of

            after each round of “click-click-click.”? Oh, I   getting the new fi rehouse built in Preston. Good-hearted. Sam did, though,
            didn’t? Well, probably not important. More   well, have a personality. I don’t think he knew what to make of the oldest

            clicks. I’d made it nearly ten feet! Th is worked.   neighbor kid, even on a good day. The kid who didn’t have a real job, who
            Boy, did it work! Just a bit further and I’ll give   spent his time hauling home piles of junk TV sets, trying to fix them then


            it a tr...CLICK WHIRRRRR SPLASH!        setting the remnants on fire, smoking up Sam’s yard. Sam was standing in that
                                                    yard, staring at Bryan and shaking his head.
            Wha?

                                                    The gig was up.

            That catch was important. And this cheap old
            come-along had a weak one. When the pres-  “How did you get that truck in the pond? How did you get it in the backyard?”
            sure was on, it waved the white flag. 10 minutes   No matter, he let me know, he was going to get me out. I don’t know how he

            prior, the back tires of my S-10 were maybe 30   got his 4x4 Ford back there; I was too embarrassed to watch. I honestly don’t
            feet from the edge of the pond. They were now   remember any part of the extraction. I still feel my face turning red 30 years

            in the pond. This was not good. Okay, Mom   later. I’m sure I thanked him and he drove off. I never quite knew how to talk


            doesn’t know. Alright. In the distance I hear   to him after that. I still don’t know that Mom ever knew; unless Sam told him,

            our neighbor. I hope he doesn’t look over this   Dad never knew.
            way. I will figure this out!

                                                    I needed a hand, needed it bad, but was afraid to ask. But, Sam wanted to help
            Did you know that Bryan has this one fault   and though he might have sounded a bit gruff about the whole thing, I know

            (okay, I have plenty, but let us concentrate on   it really thrilled him to put his Ford in 4 low and pull that puny Chevrolet up
            just one at a time, okay?) and the fault is that   out of that pond and up the hill. I later did similar favors to others, pulling
            he doesn’t like to ask for help. And I could have   them out of a tight spot, and I know how I felt.
            used it right then.

                                                    Mr. Sam left us much, much too soon. He gave a lot to his family and his
            “Mom, I’m just going to run back uptown for   community. Drive through his town tomorrow and look for him, on a banner
            a minute.”                              hanging across from the town museum. A hometown hero, that man with a
                                                    smile. He was part of a day that taught me some things, like patience, common
            “Is everything okay, honey?”
                                                    sense, keeping a good sense of humor...and knowing when to ask for help.
            “Sure, Mom, just working on a little project.”  Because, you know, somewhere out there…there is always a Good Sam.
            “Okay, sweetie! Be safe!”
            Did I mention Dad never noticed me walk in
            and grab the come-along? Didn’t the second   Free for           1st Annual
            time, either. I sneaked right past his employ-  public
            ees and grabbed all the chain I could carry. I        CLASSIC
            noticed a newer, much nicer come-along hang-

            ing there on the wall. I left it behind. Th e rusty,   CAR SHOW
            greasy wad of chain got tossed in the trunk of
            Mom’s shiny white Mercedes. Back home. To
            the backyard. Once again I hooked everything
            up, this time using all the chain to reach the

            nearest tree trunk. Okay. This time it will work.
            Click-click-click, etc, etc. Soon I was out of
            the pond, if only barely. A thought crosses my
            mind: I could put something behind the tire,
            just in case. A 20 second walk would carry me
            to a big pile of old cinder blocks. A 22 second          APRIL 27  •  10-3
            walk (give or take) would take me to a pile of
            firewood roughly the size of a Chevy Suburban.   Rain date     Linchester Mill

            After a quick moment of quiet contemplation    is May 4      Preston, MD 21655

            I poo-pooed this idea. Click-click-click. Click    Pre-registration is $10. Day of registration is $15.
            WHIRR SPLASH!!!
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            My friends, my dear friends. All four tires were
            now in the pond. God, thank you it was only   FOOD VENDORS  •  VENDORS  •  MUSIC
            6” deep back there! Such a sight to behold!
                                                               Proceeds to Benefit the Historic Linchester Mill
            And, then, “Brian! What are you doing?!” It
            was the neighbor.

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