LOL man ya'll talking peat moss. Hey I was 18 and just got outta alot of trouble, and needed a job BAD. We had alot of peat there too. And they had a processing plant. Isn't alot of work here,, little hick town with afew hundred peoples. Well, I knocked on the door and I got a job there stacking pallets off the line, When them bags came they got sprayed with some glue and then we stacked. Couldn't wear gloves, they wood fly off from the tacky shit, and bear handed the glue wood build up quick. Man, this place's line started at 7 am, shut down for 10 minutes, then you got a 1/2 lunch and one more ten-minute break. Man if was the shittest job I ever did. I kind of seen the guys all wore a light blue shirt and the same pants. We didn't talk much till I said I had to do something on the way home. They started asking me if I lived on the 'street'. Pay at this place was minimum wage. This was the mid 70's so it was shit. Then this dude asked me if I smoked herb, which I did. Asked if I could get some for tomorrow. Come to find of these guys were prisoners from an honour farm. I came back the next day for my check and told him what I thought of that slave pit. It was a good thing for them. You know I use to have the best memory, then you get old, and the first thing tthat goes is your memory,,,, and I forgot the second.... Keepem Green