Grow Your Own
Don't ask me why but I picked up a book on tractors. Never owned one, no idea how to operate one, and no idea why the book attracted me like...well, like a tractor beam. Maybe it was title: From John Deere to Lamborghini. Wait, what?? Or maybe it was that naive thought of spending my later years in the country, grow a few veggies, chat with the nearest farmer ten miles down the road, hang out a Trump 2028 flag. Okay, snap out of it. Who was I kidding? First of all, I'd starve, or worse if that pump to the well broke or that "cute" horse I bought for a song and a dance was one mean mare ready for the pasture and was having no part of my city-boy antics. But then look at those tires. Wait, I'm not being misogynistic because I still am talking about tractors here. But what's with that younger, slimmer, no baggy eyelids Trump posing with a young Army cadet in the Oval Office? Well I had to get your attent...