It's delicate work, but weaving telephone wire together can make beautiful art.
Gored by bull, Richards reinvented himself
When Charles (Chuck) Richards opened his eyes that bleak and gray November day in 1978, searing pain took over. What happened? Why was he in this glaring, blindingly white room? This wasn't his cow lot. And, where was his barn?
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