My pleasure Fred.

My best memories are from my uncle's farm. Never knew a more peaceful place in my life.

When i was 15 our Babe Ruth League team was state champs and went all over the country to play. I chose to work on the farm that summer rather than go, they thought i was crazy, never regretted it.

Yeah, the black snakes would be half way stickin outa the bales either with or without heads.

Coolest thing was when you made the last cut of alfafa with the mowing machine, the quail would fly up in front of ya the whole distance.

No way you can ever go back to those great times.
