Have you ever been asked what your last meal would be? A morbid and flinching question that might infer one is a resident of death row. When I have answered
Grandma Lorene Lindhardt Smith moved next door to the north of me back in the summer of 1978. Grandpa Ingram had suffered a moderately debilitating stroke, walked with a cane,
Our farm truck carried a large, thick-walled, metal gas tank right up next to the back cab window. Two inner compartments would hold diesel fuel in one, and regular gas