“Most of them guys they work and work at it and never get far from home,” Rus said as we watched some bluegrass singer on the tv. “They come from that part of the country where you can’t go to the other side of the mountain without getting your ass shot off.”
He headed out to Orlando Florida today to see a tractor show. Big ol’ antique tractor meet, people trailering in their restored iron horses and showcasing the labor of love that births hand forged crankshafts for one of a kind kerosene powered tillers.
He fought off the big C last fall and I got a little worried to think of him flying on his own across the country. But then he showed me something. He went down to Radio Shack all by hisself and bought a new cell phone. “So my brother-in-law can pick me up at the airport.”
I noticed what looked like a circle drawn in red crayon around one button. “Why’d you circle that one?” I asked.
“That’s so I know what to push for my speakerphone.”
“I’m real proud of you Russel,” I said. I meant it.