In my depression days of long ago, we didn’t have computers to forecast our hopeless troubles, so we didn’t have as much information to worry about.
I can’t help but wonder how many of us guys would have become successful wheat farmers if it hadn’t been for our better halves propping us up and making us feel that we are not such bad eggs.
A lot of my best friends are sincere Christians. I happen to have a bad distaste for any evangelist that can’t stay out of trouble and takes advantage of the blockheads and the innocent ones.
Always, if possible, have the fair sex as truck drivers. It will cause your best manners to show when she drives up for a load of wheat.
Many farmers figure spring hasn’t arrived until my shirt comes off, so I do serve some useful purpose.