The truth is, a morning running free on a hayfield was an engine starting my shiny day. My father and uncle never sat around reading the papers on a Sunday morn. I was witness to their tireless ability to hold a day job while striving to work a farm. As a child I never wondered why they chose to pay the price, but it was the life, in those days, to split their time between two needed endeavors. I was always just happy riding on their wings, living an interesting adventure.