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| Just remembered something that happened this past wheat harvest.
Somehow my father ended up running one of the combines (instead of driving a truck) while I was working on equipment. At some point I climbed in with him to talk. Man these “instructor seats” are great. Anyway as pop pulled up to one of the grain carts I stood up so he could scoot my “five gallon bucket” out of the way to operate the grain unloader lever.
Boy, howdy! That habit must have been from 30 years back? Time sure does fly. | |
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Old habit resurfaced
