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“First, I’m going to build a house.” Ed laughed again, a long, hearty laugh. He turned and pointed to the simple wooden shack on stilts he had built under a clump of trees nearby. “I can’t go on living in a place like that, now can I?”The Mosers knew that little shack well. Day after day, they had watched the happy little man build his one-room house, erecting it on posts about two feet above ground. It was not an ordinary house, not even an ordinary shack. In many ways it was as unordinary as Ed was proving himself to be. In one corner of that room, he had his cot. Above that cot were two nails, so “each morning...”
"However, it was several days later before one of his closer friends, John Neafsey , had the time and the opportunity to drive to Ed’s new place. He saw that Ed had already cleared away the underbrush and giant weeds, and had erected a wooden shack, near the center of his ten acres.“Howdy, Ed,” he greeted him warmly. “I see you’ve already made some improvements.”“You mean the shack?” laughed Ed, pointing to his new house. “Yes, I’ve moved in. I’m keeping house now, so I can get back to work.."