I may have the fancy college vocabulary and the metrosexual jeans, but I was actually born on a farm in rustic Lewisburg, PA. Let me tell you, you had no choice in that place — you grew up quickly. The garden needed to be weeded & while mommy was busy, someone needs to play with all the baby ducklings or the kitties and sometimes baby bunnies. Yeah, those were the days!
One day when I was still quite young, around 4 – 5, I was out haying the fields, driving our 1957 John Deere with the triple blade cutter (with the safety guards removed) and sipping on a cool Yuengling (we drank that insead of milk, milk is for girls). This was probably my 4th or 5th of the morning, it being hotter than the Devil’s titty. There had been reports of a pack of escaped grizzlies in the area, but I needed to get this field do before the man from the bank came back to take our house.

Actually that’s not entirely true,