Most of you know that I grew up in Illinois. Well, growing up 20 miles east of St. Louis we did have our share of farmland, but it was rare to see crop dusters flying around spraying fields. But, for a season (5 years old to 10 years old), I lived in southeastern Missouri and behind our house was nothing but farmland. One year it would be full of cotton and the next it would be watermelon. I sure had a lot of fun running around those fields when I was young.
In those days, I did see my fair share of crop dusters and can remember seeing the planes flying towards our house and running for cover thinking it was going to crash into us. Those pilots probably had a ball watching us kids scurrying around as if the Russians were attacking us. Man those were good times.
So today I reminisce about my youth as these yellow planes buzz overhead in Charlotte. Ah, to be young again! Here's a picture of my brother and I in front of that field I enjoyed so much as a kid:

3 comments:
What a picture! Brings back fond memories.
you're wearing black pants, bill. that alone is amazing. oh yeah, nice tan!
I'm thinking about bringing sexy back:
White tank top (with blue trim of course), black jeans, and flip-flops.
Look out Justin Timberlake!
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