My year in England spanned fall 1975 to fall 1976. I enjoyed the local traditions, and one especially was the costume of the butcher. I'm glad to see that some things never change. This photo was uploaded to the web today. Trading currency markets is a lot like being a butcher. You take the raw meat and put it in little packages for your customers. It is a traditional occupation with no end in sight. Some people find it exciting?
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