I have been doing a ton of work on Bolo volumes. After class or work I drive out to the shop in West Dover and begin fiberglassing, cutting, grinding, sanding, and more. Volumes take an enormous amout of work and anybody who produces them I have their respect. So lately I have been putting in long hours in the evenings and every so often I think I see something move in the corner of my eye. Was it my imagination? Me buzzing from the fumes? Or was it ghosts? I've heard stories of ghosts in that neighborhood from locals. Maybe our volumes will have special powers!!
Made the last shape for nationals tonight. Getting ready to drive out to Montreal.
GL
