He was separating prime from cull. What’s unknown about him was his pain. Well before the War, Gordon Gibson urged a hundred loggers and you bet most conversations were misery and lament, all the good reasons to fail. Thousands of tons of wooden airplane wings had never been harvested before and never shipped. Nobody believed it was possible. Everybody knew it was impossible. Facts to raise to the roof. But within a year and a half, Gibson invented vertical logging. Floating into Northwest coves, complete with bunks and kitchens, his crowd of gypsy fellers pulled the strongest fir and pine and vigorous spruce downhill to ship to England, to keep the promise of Commonwealth, to fly the Spitfire against Hitler.
Yes. Things can be achieved. Tha’s all I’m sayin’.