One day a guy came by the Shop, I'll call him Cloyce just to give him a name, who was known to be shady. He was trying to sell Joe an acetylene torch. Grandpa was skeptical.
Sensing the dilemma, Cloyce sought to reassure me Grandpa. "It ain't hot, Joe, I stole it in Baltimore!"
Joe didn't buy it. I suspect he invited Cloyce off the property in his own genteel manner.
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