Then There Was The Time…

Reading the responses to yesterday’s post I am reminded of the time I was doing some spring plowing for my brother. The tire on the plow’s trailing wheel went flat, so I pulled out at the end of the row and headed home, not noticing that the combination of the flat tire and the uphill access to the county road affected the hypotenuse of the plow’s relationship to the earth in such a manner that the first plowshare slipped neatly beneath the asphalt and rolled up a patch the size and thickness of a 100-pound brownie. There followed a rather desperate display in which I performed a hyperkinetic two-footed stomp-dance, trying to get the brownie back in the pan, as it were, before someone in an orange truck happened by…


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