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| During the 50's, I went with my Dad about yearly when he sold his fat cattle at the KC stockyards. The first time I remember, we drove the cattle 5 miles to town on horseback and loaded them on the train for the 350 mile trip to KC. Several years latter, the cattle trucks came to the farm and we hitched a ride. I remember the trucker I was riding with getting pulled over on the Kansas Turnpike in the middle of the night, he was going in excess of 90 mph. The sights and sound of the big city and the stockyards, left a big impression on this small town boy, and those pictures sure bring back a lot of memories.
Edited by idea1947 8/12/2009 22:54
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