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* Mac''s favorite attachment is a Rock Hog bucket. "It was less costly than a rake and pull-type picker and saves a trip over the field," he says. "It almost makes picking rocks fun."* Tracy uses a pallet fork for hauling and stacking big square and round hay bales, digging electricdrillcompariso large rocks, pulling up fence, and hauling logs, branches, scaffolding, and pallets.* electricdrillcompariso Another farmer says his Brush Hog mower does electricdrillcompariso and electricdrillcompariso a great Job mowing wild roses in pastures. "The skid loader also has tracks on it, so even the big stuff pushes over, then I drop the mower on its," he says.

Several years ago I found that cramming a large table into a small room greatly increased the size of the room. The table invited conversation, ideas, and laughter much more easily than I did. It was a Wednesday in September of 1991 when friends and I first wrestled a wooden spool top up the stairs, oblivious in our excitement to its splinters and rusted nails. By nightfall we had calmed it with offerings of spilled candle wax and red wine. By ten there had begun what came to be known as the Utopia Round Table Meetings.These meetings, more or less centered on figuring out what the idea of utopia was all about, were the best discussions I ever had at Harvard. They would begin tennish every Wednesday and last to the wee hours of the morning. We were not beyond including course material or reading out loud from books, nor were we beyond moaning about relationships gone sour, or abandoning words altogether to play chess. The conversations were intense and spectacular, charged with the unspoken understanding that the round-table meetings themselves were a kind of utopia. Every week we tossed around notions of community and tradition, stability and sterility, free will and free love. Toward the end of the year the meetings felt as if they were rolling toward some kind of climax. Very late one night, with the sun just peeking through the Boston skyscrapers, we put all differences aside and promised to meet in Baja (why Baja, I don''t know) after we had graduated. Amid daring speeches and solemn oaths we signed our names on the wall committing ourselves to launching the real thing--the real Utopia--no matter who we became in the between years.

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