I used to spend a week each summer with my Aunt Helen, Uncle George and Cousin Tommy. The chicken coop was the land of adventure. Tommy is older than I am by about 6 years so he was wiser and more experienced and had already begun his journey to aerospace engineer. The coop is where he invented a tornado machine, rocket fuel, and was the hub for his communications as he strung to every building so he could transmit morse code (not sure he ever found anyone to receive it, but he sent it). The building has been on fire at least twice and was filled with treasures when I was a kid and is still filled with treasures at age 58.
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