I almost never venture far from the farm, however, this past weekend, I went to Arlington, Texas. It was my son's 25th birthday. He's a software engineer and he lives in the suburbs.
Whenever I hear the Travis Tritt song Country Ain't Country, I think about Paul. He was raised on a tractor, he's been to college, and he left in a Ford F150 pick-up truck. Well, it's been a while since he's been on a tractor, but he graduated from college and found his present job three years ago. Ray and I have no idea what exactly he does, but apparently he does it pretty well. On the rare occasion that he does say something about his work; Ray and I look at each other, shake our heads, and shrug our shoulders. He's noticed. Paul doesn't say much about his work any more, other than; "It's fine."
In the song, the son comes home in a Lexus. Paul still comes home in the Ford F150. He's too frugal to trade in the Ford for the Lexus, although he could afford to. So I guess a little bit of the micro farm philosophy rubbed off on him, after all.
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