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I have a 2-year-old son named Ethan. I’d describe Ethan as a little less than tractor obsessed.

I backed under the gooseneck of the trailer and jumped out of the cab to crank the jack up. I plugged the lights in, even though I knew there were clearance lights only on the left side and the right blinker didn’t work.

It was well past “zero-dark-30.” It was winter. We were hauling hay south from the Mountain Home and Bruneau area in southwest Idaho to ranches south of Mountain City, Nevada.

County fairs are a late summer staple in most rural communities. There is a certain pride an entire community can partake in by watching a group of youth spend half an hour parading a project.

My wife, Andrea, and I have been married for 35 years now; we’ve been blessed to have a nice home and family. Like many couples, we have had our ups and downs, but fortunately the ups covered up the few downs nicely. Like many of you, 2020 has been an unusual year to say the least; however, our most challenging year by far was 1998. That was the year we both reinvented ourselves.

Dogs are a staple of rural living. For some rural-ites it doesn’t matter if you are headed to the range or headed to town, your cow dog is sitting guard on the flatbed pickup or in the cab of a truck.