It’s Thursday, and my little battery problem was easily resolved yesterday. Not only that but I got to see the patriarch of the Snow automotive empire and his son, and I got to meet Hank, the latest in their long generation of vicious guard dogs.
Hank the Tank.
Hank just turned one. Hank is big. Here’s my foot for scale.
Hank brought me a 2x4 and chewed on it for a while. Then he leaned against me until I petted him for the rest of my visit. Except near the end, when he got tired of all that standing and lay down on top of my feet.
“If I have been able to see further, it was only because I stood on the shoulders of giants.”
― Issac Newton
Needless to say I wasn’t able to see much further. But I did make a new friend here on the ground.