"It killed my Dad that he worked the dirt to pay the taxes to pay the checks of teachers who told his kids that working the dirt wasn’t worthy work."
A beautiful love story.
In defense of food. You'll love this.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
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Lovely. I confess that my dad didn't want me to be a boilermaker,(even if he got me a job as a boilermaker where I could work while I was in college)but this was a lovely thought about the land, and I, for one have worked at a lot of jobs. (The foreman at the milk plant where I worked between school terms in New York bragged that he had the only milk plant in New York who had a PhD running a bottling machine).
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