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Joe Marconi

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays!

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At this very special time of the year, I would like to wish all the very best life has to offer.  My gift from all of you are the amazing posts and contributions each of you have made to help each other and help the industry.  It makes me proud to be among such an elite group of shop owners!

Thank you all!  Merry Christmas!  Happy Holidays!

Joe Marconi 

 

 

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