Father’s Day
“We saw you working so hard with that thing”, the farmer dressed in well worn overalls, and sporting a shaggy white beard and wide belly, said to me. It is 6 AM in North Platte where I had indeed been working feverously to send greetings to my wife and daughters before starting the day’s adventure along the road once again. “Just saying hello to my family for Father’s day”, I replied. “I’m gonna avoid my kids”, the farmer laughed. Sadly, I thought he was serious.
Father’s Day