Day 92: A local icon, the Tubafor Mill's name has always amused me, but sadly, they are in the process of switching over to the more ostentatious "TMI." To these ears, the new name is hard, unfriendly and humorless, far too professional for a small-town mill. However much I dislike the change, it's justifiable in that the Tubafor Mill does not produce "tubafors." It never has. It produces fence slats approximately half an inch thick by five inches wide. Logic aside, I lament the demise of the old name. With it passes one of the last evidences of Paul Bunyan's residence in these h'yar parts. A legend no longer, Paul's been commercialized.
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