With the snow is blowing here in central Indiana,I smile while reading your comments of blood, sweat,defeat,success,smiles,frowns, opinions,and most of all the commoradory of farmers. I have the same experiences cutting my small fields as I find you do in your combine world of travel and thousand acre fields. I like to hear the hum of the big machine as it turns the plants we have watched and cared for all summer into dust,trash,skinned knuckles,tears,and despair but also the rush of success as we pull the lever, push the button and the auger swings out and the golden grain spills from the belly of our machines. Try and tell your little kids that this is not the greatest thing they have ever seen. This life we have chosen, farming, is the same as the others that have chosen their occupations. We are not always successful as the world measures but as then who else can tell the stories of being born and living along the same little stream and remembering when dinner was served by your grandmother, mother, and wife in the field during harvest with real chicken, and pie with hog lard in the crust.I often look at some of the inventions that we marvel at while we are at the fancy farm shows and while I think they are great I also wander if these engineers could take a roll of baling wire, dull screwdrivers, and monkey wrenches and get and old machine to limp on through the day or maybe complete a harvest. look at some of the old dead machines in junk yards for the signs of these farmer fixes.They are engineering marvels. Never should bow to those that think they are smarter than us. We are sons of pioneers, so to speak. I think we would all park a new machine in our barn if we had the chance and the color would not stand in the way if we were not signing the check. We,for the most part, farm because it is in our blood and because we are dedicated to the cause. I am glad to have a little chaff running in my veins and I salute you in your discussions and the fun that you have. like you say,"sometimes we learn something". I will add that sometimes we make a little money and a new red,green,yellow,silver,machine to turn a new crop into clean grain appears in our fields. Hey I hope we can find Mr.Shaw. looking. Bubs