A(n?) Eulogy

Sometimes I think I've been doing this farming thing for a long time. And then I think about you. You were there, in all your green glory, before I was even born. Your heavy, thick metal and sturdy wooden floors are not the stuff of today's vainglorious, shiny, aluminum luxury liners. You were built to LAST. And last you did. For many, many moons.

You've seen more family feuds than a divorce court. You've waded through more bull ... oney ... than a Sprint cell phone customer. You've put up with more pressure than an egg in a microwave.

You've been mended, fixed, greased, lubed, wired, re-wired, re-wired, re-wired, welded, re-floored, bent, bent-back, jack-knifed, stuck, rusted, patched. No one can say you didn't do your best. You served us well, for a long, long time. But now, old friend ...



It's time for shiny newness! Ain't this a Cattle-ac? (say it out loud, it makes more sense.) WHEEEE-HOOO!!! Hey maw, let's take 'er for a SPIN!!!!