Geez - people will try to sell anything! When I was a kid we lived outside of Farmington NM where my Dad was running an experimental type of new drilling rig for Standard of Indiana. We had tumbleweeds piled up at and around the front the door every morning. My job was to cbring in the milk if it was a day when it had been delivered, then gather up all the tmbleweeds on the porch and and take them around back so they could blow on away into someone else's land.
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