Now I have engaged a boom truck, testing whether that oven, or any oven so conceived and so desiccated, can long endure.
I've met hundreds of people, built them ovens, far afield. So I have come to designate a place for that first oven, as its final resting place that that hearth might live to bake more food.
Is it altogether fitting and proper to do this?
But, in a larger sense, I could not dedicate more travel-- can not allow--this oven to be sold. I am resolved that this first oven shall not have fired in vain-- and that brick ovens, of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
A few days ago, a boom truck arrived, picked up the 1600 pound oven and swung it onto a base I'd built last summer.
The sturdy original is home.