Alright, I'm taking too much joy in getting old...
This happened way back in the early spring. Back when we remembered what a wet creekbed looked like.....
When I was a kid, I always wondered why old men were always smirking when I got in trouble. I think I figured it out.
A couple of kids came up to me yesterday while I was disking and said they had gotten their four wheeler stuck. They were covered in mud and breathing heavy. Seems they were riding in a drainage ditch of a cottonfield and the Alabama red clay reached up and grabbed the four wheeler. They asked if I could pull them out so I went back to take a look. Sure enough they were stuck. When I went back to get the tractor, the younger one decided the mud was fun and ended up losing both his shoes. When I came back, both were up to their knees in mud looking for the shoes... They never found them.
Well, we got the four wheeler out and they made a hurried thank you and sped off down the lane. I was wondering why they left so fast, then I noticed a mini van at the end of the lane. As I was getting closer ( the ol' JD B doesn't move very fast) I could see mom's finger waving and mouth moving..... The boys were getting it good... Then I noticed that same old man smirk started coming to my face. I tried to stop it, but couldn't.
That smirk took me back years before when my brother and I got the bright idea to use our lawn tractor with the snow plow to clean off the pond so we could play hockey. The idea would have worked too.... if the Ice would have been thick enough..... Grandpa listened to our story and that silly grin came over his face...
Well I passed those boys, still getting it from mom, with a full grin on my face. They were probably hoping I'd help them out, but all I could so was smile.
Someday, they'll understand...
When I was a kid, I always wondered why old men were always smirking when I got in trouble. I think I figured it out.
A couple of kids came up to me yesterday while I was disking and said they had gotten their four wheeler stuck. They were covered in mud and breathing heavy. Seems they were riding in a drainage ditch of a cottonfield and the Alabama red clay reached up and grabbed the four wheeler. They asked if I could pull them out so I went back to take a look. Sure enough they were stuck. When I went back to get the tractor, the younger one decided the mud was fun and ended up losing both his shoes. When I came back, both were up to their knees in mud looking for the shoes... They never found them.
Well, we got the four wheeler out and they made a hurried thank you and sped off down the lane. I was wondering why they left so fast, then I noticed a mini van at the end of the lane. As I was getting closer ( the ol' JD B doesn't move very fast) I could see mom's finger waving and mouth moving..... The boys were getting it good... Then I noticed that same old man smirk started coming to my face. I tried to stop it, but couldn't.
That smirk took me back years before when my brother and I got the bright idea to use our lawn tractor with the snow plow to clean off the pond so we could play hockey. The idea would have worked too.... if the Ice would have been thick enough..... Grandpa listened to our story and that silly grin came over his face...
Well I passed those boys, still getting it from mom, with a full grin on my face. They were probably hoping I'd help them out, but all I could so was smile.
Someday, they'll understand...
posted by Brad Bachelor at 9:19 AM
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