Reminded me of a "grain" story.
My cousin Nadine, a very pretty girl from the Salt Lake area, married a
prosperous wheat farmer's son from Soda Springs, ID. Of course it was the
talk of that small town ... Craig went away to school and came home with a
pretty "trophy wife." His dad owned the grain elevator in Soda and when
harvest time came, the whole family was involved. They told Nadine to go
climb in that truck and drive it, loaded, to the elevator. She missed the
loaded part and climbed into the large grain truck and dutifully drove it to
the elevator ... empty. Twenty five years later, Craig has passed on from
cancer, she's running the elevator and still hasn't lived down that little
drive.
Wes
on 8/8/01 5:26 PM, Scott Christensen at saltrunner31@hotmail.com wrote:
> Great story Dick, I think ya got me beat, agewise......I was about 5 or 6
> and I was helpin dad cut grain.....well, he was runnin the combine and I was
> pretendin to drive the grain truck, an old 38 ford with a flattie V8. Well
> the truck was full and needed to be unloaded at the granery at the far end
> of the field.
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