There's a fella what used to live there named Ansel Toney, and they called him The Kite Man:
"Most anytime you could find Ansel out in his shop grinding away on his lathe, making spools or cutting out patterns for his unique kite string winders. He made the same type of string winders his father showed him how to make, now over 100 years ago."
Work yourself to a bloody stump 18 hours a day for your whole life; I would say that flying kites for the last stretch is a fine way to go out.
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