Before I was old enough to drive the tractors, I spent a lot of time riding. I loved to spend time with my dad, even though we didn’t do any talking while I rode on one fender and my sister on the other. The tractor didn’t have a cab. If you wanted to be heard, you had to yell over the sound of the engine and whatever equipment was hooked onto the tractor.
I didn’t go along with Dad to talk. He…