I knew going in that the tractor show we were attending several miles south of Harrison, Arkansas, would be a small one. I think we may have visited it back in the 90's, or else we attended a similar show. The thing is, I wanted a road trip to Arkansas, so I used the tractor show as bait to lure Cliff into my scheme. He was aware of this, of course.
We've been to some big shows, most notably the ones at Rollag, Minnesota (I really want to see that one again) and Mt. Pleasant, Iowa. We also have some pretty decent shows within a hundred miles of home. So when I checked out the website of the Rusty Wheels Old Engine Club, I knew I was dealing with a lightweight group.
For the opening ceremony, right after the flag was raised, the Pledge of Allegiance said, and a prayer was given, the president of the tractor club sponsoring this show was called to the microphone. I was amazed to hear a woman's voice.
the president of the club, running the general store on the grounds. "I was sort of drafted," she told me when I asked if she was the president. When I remarked that she and Hillary had something in common, she said, "Everybody mentions Hillary." She almost said it with a sigh.
The club only has seventeen members, so every member needs to be a jack-of-all-trades during the show. Judy had to close up the store when she left to do something else: One time she had to run to town after fuel for the engines.
At the larger tractor shows I'm used to, when Cliff stops to watch an activity that seems to me about as exciting as watching paint dry, I'll go on to another location to find something of more interest. This being a smaller show, there wasn't that much else to see. So when Cliff stopped by a huge diesel engine some guys were attempting to start, I got comfortable on my cane-chair and watched alongside him.
In other words, if that hose were to let go and somebody was standing nearby, he could be injured or killed. This wasn't the safest option, but it was their only one if they wanted to get on with things; after all, the big engine was one of the stars of their show.
Then they went back to the engine.
Success is sweet!
I learned a lot from this episode. From now on, I'm going to stay with Cliff and watch the action, even though the "action" goes by pretty slowly. I'm going to pay more attention to the human element of these places.
When Cliff comes in and reads this entry, he will probably find some errors. He was very helpful in explaining how all this stuff works, right down to showing me what kind of fitting was needed for attaching the hose (TMI). Because I know most of my readers are ladies who probably don't really want to know the details (like me), I have tried to keep things simple. But don't be surprised if I end up having to change some details, because I MUST have Cliff's seal of approval. He is my main proofreader.
More about this tractor show in the next entry.