We belong to the Mid-Mo Tractor Club. The purpose of this club seems to be to find people who will actually appreciate your old tractors, and all the work you've put in on them. Everybody in the club loves everybody else's tractors. Because, you know, tractors are the best invention mankind ever thought of.
Most of the club members are "mature". Like me and Cliff. As people age, they seem to need bathroom facilities more often. That's why, when we go on a tractor cruise, one of the tractors pulls a couple of porta-potties.
So, here's what happened: People who enjoy parading their tractors around and tying up the roadways met at Beckner's Orchard.
The cruse, round trip, was about twenty-five miles. Tractors don't go very fast, so the whole thing took about four hours. I took my Ipad so I would have something to read, but I happened to be sitting near a lady who knew a lot of people that I know, even one I haven't seen since the year 2000 (whose husband was one of the first Kansas City Chiefs). She also knows a lot of my neighbors. So we chatted on and off through most of the cruise.
It was a good day. Oh yes....
Babe's original name was Annie, so we are naming the baby Annie.