The corn has ears

  • The corn has ears
    The corn has ears
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…

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