Wendy posted a condolence
Wednesday, February 23, 2022
A few weeks after I met Winston, he was out in the hay field, by himself, and the temps in mid-July can be pretty high. So I grabbed a couple of beers, hopped in my little red Mustang and set off for his farm a few miles away from mine. I sat on a fence post (not easy, even then) and waved the bottles in the air so he could see what was planned. He drove the tractor over, and asked, "Can you drive a tractor?" I thought, "How hard can that be? After all, my car is a standard." So I said, "You bet," and hopped on the 1938 Farmall Super A, which we still have, put it into first gear and drove off. As I was shifting my way up through the gears, thinking what a good job I was doing, and how smooth the gear changes were, I heard him on the hay wagon shouting. I stopped. He jumped off the wagon and came stomping up to the tractor, shoved it into low range, second gear, and said "You put it in second, and you leave it in second!"
When we finished the field a few hours later, the beer was warm, and so was the friendship.
