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Treynor IA | Remember (esp the older generation) when you stopped in the field to visit with your neighbor across the fence? I remember Dad telling on his first round plowing in the morning he stopped to visit with the neighbor. When he got done visiting he finished the round and went to dinner. It seems that is a thing of the past. Everyone is busy, you don't see anyone else, or you don't even know who your neighbor is. | |
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Visiting across the fence.
