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.
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.
