In any other family, Cats would mean kittens..not so if you grew up with a Dad that ran Heavy Equipment all of his life. Or if your other baby brother from the time he was three wanted to be just like his Dad and move dirt. Somehow it must have been passed down through the genes so that my other baby brother’s only son has this dirt fever too…and his son Mason has it too..at the ripe old age of six it is quite evident. Their blood must be part diesel fuel.
My other baby brother who lives next door wanted some three generation photos taken. He owns his own Construction Company. Yesterday they were all three working at the same job. Far Guy and I drove out there early in the morning, the sun was just coming up.
My Dad loves to work for my other baby brother. My other baby brother moved from Wyoming to buy his own business. Needless to say he handles all the snow removal all winter long on the driveway that we share! He employs a number of young men who have families..so we are always happy when he has an abundance of work.
My Dad started working for a Construction Company before he was married. He was a truck driver. After some bad farming years due to grasshoppers and the weather he went back into construction to feed his family. He has been a “Cat Operator” for just about fifty years.
Here goes my Dad off into the sunrise..off to another day of work:)