Circa 1979, cleaning Dads truck. When pick up trucks were made for men and grafting! That's me in the red jumper, with brothers Bill and Paul.
Kids today don't even know what a lawnmower is, too bone idle to clean elderly ladies autumn leaves up, and afraid of sunlight.
Ten years later in 1989, my best friend, a Case IH 956XL. Many a happy time with a four furrow reversible behind her. I'm now the proud owner of a die cast replica that sits on the mantelpiece!
My wife and soulmate Rosalyn. I'm blessed beyond immeasurable amounts, to be able to exist and share the same window of time as this truly great lady.
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