When I was A boy we didn't have indoor plumbing, in the winter time we had chamber pots under the beds, we called them Thunder Mugs, It was my job to go around the house in the morning and take them to the out house and dump them then wash the Mug in the creek.
That was a cold, wet chitty, smelly job, I was a happy camper when my little brother got big enough to take over the job, and I got promoted to milking 3 cows twice a day, didn't take me long to learn to hate them damn cows, but not enough to go back to the thunder mug job. Rio7
RIO,
somehow I get the impression you're not one of them guys that wants to go back to
The Good Old Days.
