This past September marked my fiftieth year of working in the forest products industry. Shortly after completing high school I went logging, and then I started working the swing shift in sawmills during the school year to pay for the cost of obtaining a B.S. in forestry. At 68 years old I certainly don’t have the lungs and legs that I had in the summer of 1965, but I am still pawing around in the brush, on a part-time basis, appraising timber for a sawmill. CP.
