My brother, Jerry, and I used to do those farm chores together in the summer holidays. That entailed some physical work such as collecting firewood and dumping it through the basement's window, pitching manure and hauling it into the manure spreader and more often uprooting those pesky thistle plants in the pasture. Our loving Dad (and I'm not being sarcastic here) wanted to keep us engaged, not waste time, be useful and not get lazy.
These pastimes we reminisced on over the phone with other


