that canopy the boys helped him with.
There's another set of holes in line with the ones Cliff was aiming for, and at one point he convinced himself that perhaps he should be hooking the step up to those. I suggested that before he started drilling and messing up his beautiful paint job, I should find a picture I took of the tractor when we first bought it. We'd make the picture full-screen and see if we could tell which holes we were supposed to use.
He brought out the big guns: drills and acetylene torches. Finally, he was able to match up the holes, and not too much damage was done.
I blame Obama.