JD got tired of waxing his car so now he's waxing philosophical.
No but hey, there are some people running around who don't fit the normal mold. One of my old buddies I just re-connected with up in the outback of Washington state walked around the country, literally, barefoot with his wife after they first met for a year and a half, this back around 1970. His feet are huge and the skin of his soles is like rhinocerous hide, or what I imagine it would be like anyway.
One story I heard was that most of the local cowboys and ranchers had a mostly dim view of all the dang back to the land hippies that descended on the area around Tonasket, WA, this in the late 70s.
Then they had a fairly nasty forest fire that threatened many of them and some of the newly minted hippie mountain men came to fight the fire along with the good old boys. There was my man Buffalo crashing through the brush barefooted, more than keeping up with the guys with boots on. Word was that relations thawed considerably after that.
Some of those mountain hippies are way tough. One time, heading into the October barter (harvest) faire, a car ahead of me, a sub-compact, had misgauged a cattle guard and had one rear wheel down in the ditch. Another car had stopped in front of us. Me and a buddy got out to help the first guy get it back on the road but the guy beat us to it, lifting the car by his lonesome, up about 8 inches and over onto the cattle guard. It wasn't a big car but that was still some feat. I gave him the "whoa, dude" look and he just blushed.
