While I was growing up, my grandparents lived on a farm in Nebraska, about an hour from our house in Omaha. My grandfather told my father when he was growing up, not to be a farmer because it was too hard and, for that or for some other reason, my dad became an accountant. But we went to the farm to visit regularly and as a child, it was great. We got all the fun of the farm without the work. (more…)
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