It's been a hard year on my family. Details still unclear, but it seems my uncle was brush hogging this morning and the tractor rolled with him. Details unclear just now, but I'm hearing nothing good. Unresponsive. Life-flighted from sceen. This uncle...I was named after him. So my wife and daughter have been fielding calls all morning, friends thinking it was me. Gonna be a long day again. Spook * I have a tractor that I respect. I know full well what can happen. Years ago, I got a tractor up on one wheel...I was all but flipped. I well remember being scared. I have a healthy respect for for a farm tractor. ** This uncle...He let me drive my first farm tractor. It was winter, cold and snowy. Old ford tractor, he had taken it to town to have a tire fixed. But like I said, it was cold and snowy. He and another uncle let me drive it home while following me in a nice warm pickup. I was just a kid, 10-11 years old. I thought it was a big thing...I was driving all by myself. *** This uncle...He gave me my first beer, my first tobacco. Sometimes memories feel like only yesterday. It was chewing tobacco...and he laughed so hard when I swallowed it. Made me so sick I thought I was dying. But he taught me. I don't drink and I don't chew tobacco. As kids, we worked around on his farm a bit. He had one of those gas powered two-man post hole diggers...like I said, my brother and I were just kids. That thing wore us out. Be digging and hit a root, a rock or something and the auger would bind. It would fling me and Kevin in circles until we let go. (we were building a fence.) He gave us a motorcycle that didn't run once for painting his barn roof. Roof was steep. Real steep. And since we were little light-weight boys, he had a plan....He tied a rope to the tractor, other end around us. And we would paint. And when we slipped and fell, as we did, the rope kept us from hitting the ground. But back up the rope we would go...we wanted that motorcycle. That motorcycle...before we got it running, we rode it anyway. We would push it up the hill and coast it down the driveway and down the road as far as we could if nothing was coming. Anyway we was riding down the hill one time, and a car was coming. My brother got scared and ran us in the creek. Do you know, motorcycles don't float? Anyway, it's going to be a long day.