Part of my early years was spent in a small sand pit next to my friend's Scotty's house. His dad drove some large rigs for a local construction company, and he was forever bringing home toy trucks and cars for us to play with in the sand. Scotty had around 4-5 Tonka-like trucks that we spent hours upon hours playing with in our make- believe city scape of sand. I asked Santa for a couple of those big, yellow rigs for Christmas one year, but that never happened. I'm sure that was well beyond Mom and Dad's holiday budget. No problem, Scotty always got lots of toys, and he openly shared with his friends. When J- became of age for trucks, we got him a couple of the big, yellow Tonka trucks to use in the sandbox up back. I played too. See, I finally got my trucks. J- gave them away this past summer to Alexis' sons. They were so appreciative. This large Forestry truck, once an Army vehicle, sits for sale on Route 320. It's been converted into a 'firetruck' for use in rugged terrain. Not for me though. I've had my fill of big trucks. Wait! Maybe I could put a plow on the front. With all this snow piling up, I could use a plow.