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My grandfather. I adored the man, was a farmer in western Kansas. When a high school kid I'd live in his home and farm with him. He had other businesses to deal with and needed a hired hand. I was his hired hand. Western Kansas, not far from Dodge City. Flat, wind swept. I operated my grandfather's tractors, plowing. It was wonderful and if I could relive any of my days today (I'm an 80 year old man.) I'd like to re-do those. Twelve to fourteen hours a day, round and round putting that right wheel in the furrow. Stopping to refuel and grease the barings of the plow. Watching the clouds build to thunderstorms. Absolutely wonderful and some of the most wonderful times of my long life.