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usually
when i look out the window i can expect to see
trees and maybe some birds, so this was a slight
surprise as we don't get much through traffic on
our unpaved spur road, let alone a boom truck
hauling a 100 year old tractor, but the Fordson
was the least surprising aspect as we recognized
it as neighbor Terry's--one of three he's
collected, two restored to running and this one
for parts. he needed to make room, so Bill from up
the hill plucked it claw game
style and swung by afterwards to introduce
himself, his ebullient demeanor belying a bruised
and lacerated face as he stepped gingerly from the
truck, laughing as he told us how he'd rolled it
into a ditch a few days prior, cracked four ribs
on the gear stick and couldn't get out until
passing friends rescued him with a come-along
and glass of whisky. he admitted to already having
had a few and invited us up to his place to
continue the party. old hard drinking me would
have jumped into his front seat eager as a golden
retriever but that was then and anyway sarah and i
were in the middle of putting deer fencing up
around the garden, but i promised to come up soon
and take him up on his offer of free cottonwood
4x4s he'd milled himself. |
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