Cliff's brother, Phil, was having a family reunion at his house today; mostly his wife's relatives, but his kids and grandchildren were going to be there, and it's always nice to see them all grown up. We decided to go to Church with him. Because the church is in a farming town, there are lots of tractor dealers there. Cliff cannot pass a tractor dealer without driving all around and out back to see what sort of old equipment and junkers are there. He keeps up a running dialogue with himself as he goes, muttering things like, "That's just like the one ole so-and-so had," or, "That looks a lot like my disk-mower," or, "That's a nice-looking old John Deere, but the hydraulics were no good in that series."
But you have to know, I am so happy to have Cliff that much back to normal, doing the things he's always done, I'll drive through every tractor dealer's place in the county with him, if I must.