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Ken: So, if this thing's working. Good. I'm sitting here, talking to Stoney Teague on Saturday the 7th of
May, right here in beautiful Sandy Creek at the top of the hill, Cedar Ridge, boy it's pretty up here. It's
got a nice breeze.
ST: Yeah, it's always got a breeze out of both directions. Out the south and out of the north.
Ken: Uh-huh, uh-huh. Did you have air conditioning when you put it in, when you built this house?
ST: No. I've just got window units.
Ken:Uh-huh
ST: Yeah, we, we went without it for, for a long time, because we put our house up at the top of a hill
and made sure that the air would flow through in both directions, and all that. Anyway, we did without
it for a long time, but finally we broke down (laugh)
Ken: (laugh)
ST: We use window units, uh, we've got a window unit for the front of the house, and, of course, the
bedrooms.
Ken: Uh-huh, yeah
ST: And, that's all we use, window units.
Ken: Yeah, yeah. When were you born, Stoney?
ST: Uh, March the 10th 1941. 3/10/41.
Ken: OK. And you were a truck driver most of your life, huh?
ST: Yeah, I drove truck, well, I cut cedar and laid rock and all of that with some of the, with Bill Hickman
and Less Clawson, and some of the old rock layers.
Ken: Uh-huh
ST: And Cecil Clawson.
Ken:Right
ST: I worked with all of them. And then I went to driving a truck. And I drove a truck forty-eight years.
Ken: The Clawsons, yeah, do some of them live out here?
ST: Uh, Cecil. The last time I talked to him was working on my house. Right over here in this, uh,
Honeycomb Hills.