A while back I discovered that one of the CNAs here went to school with my friend Ruth's daughter. Cool. She told me who her folks were and when she mentioned her dad's name, it sounded familiar -- as in someone I'd heard of but didn't actually know. When John was here yesterday and the CNA was in the room, I asked the name again to see if it rang a bell with John. "Oh, yeah, he bought a pair of our Milking Devon steers to use as oxen." And, lo and behold, she had a picture on her phone! Her and her dad and the oxen with yokes he'd made. It was quite a few years back . . . fifteen? twenty? . . . But how about that!
A while back I discovered that one of the CNAs here went to school with my friend Ruth's daughter. Cool. She told me who her folks were and when she mentioned her dad's name, it sounded familiar -- as in someone I'd heard of but didn't actually know. When John was here yesterday and the CNA was in the room, I asked the name again to see if it rang a bell with John. "Oh, yeah, he bought a pair of our Milking Devon steers to use as oxen." And, lo and behold, she had a picture on her phone! Her and her dad and the oxen with yokes he'd made. It was quite a few years back . . . fifteen? twenty? . . . But how about that!