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The Great Scott

My maintenance man's name is Scott and boy that man can do a lot.. Always cutting the yards and raking up leaves, a constant need with Sycamore trees.. In snow and ice out there he'll be, clearing sidewalks and streets of this community. Scott's always there when neighbor's call, to paint their buildings or a hot water heater install. For thirty years he's lent his hands, our wonderful versatile maintenance man.. This neighborhood depends on him a lot. He's earned the title, "The Great Scott".

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Date: 5/26/2024 4:27:00 PM
clever...where would we be were it not for Scott's paper towels, right?
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Nancy Kaufman
Date: 5/27/2024 4:55:00 AM
LOL Sara, actually expression originated in the 1800's and can be traced to Sir Walter Scott.

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