Old Willie came to me looking for new new place of residence. He was an old beat up box car but old Willie assured me he still had many years of good service left. "my old steel walls have weathered a bit, but my welds, seals, and floors are still strong" he said. So down the road and around Mille Lacs Lake he went. One last road trip for the old boy to his final home here on the banks of the mighty Rum River. South of Onamia he will forever reside. A new tool for me, a new home for Willie. I now own a piece of equipment that can be considered a world traveler! Just think of the Stories old Willie could tell...
