That one is at the school.

This one is a three-horse cast-iron machine from Ohio with a sixteen-inch swing, and he paid for it himself out of a guild stipend and a summer at the tyre place, nine thousand four hundred dollars, and the invoice in the box has his name on it and no trust and no judgment and nobody’s estate.

I asked him why he had not just bought it out of the money.

And my son said: “Because you’d have looked at it for thirty years and thought about where it came from.