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The year is 1968, as best as I can figure it. I'd be 5. Our family has taken a trip out west to visit my mom's relatives in Oklahoma. Because I'm the east coast boy, my uncles seem to think that I need to be schooled in the ways of farming. So inevitably, my uncle Reuben sets me atop a running tractor. Luckily, it'd be a couple of years before they made me actually drive it.

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