Letter to Dave
You know, I still consider most vehicles from the nineties to be fairly new, yet it is almost 2014. I seem to have a common malady in that that the older I become, the passage of time seems more well-lubricated.
Merry Christmas, Dave. That is such a simple phrase yet one we need to use instead of the more generic and careful “Happy Holidays.” I’ve noticed an uptick in the use of “Merry Christmas.” I believe the increased use of Christmas salutations which involve the real and actualy use of the word “Christ-mas”is in reaction to an over-reach by the politically-correct crowd. These are the same people who seek to remove religious connotations from religious holidays so they can feel that their own lack of faith puts them in the majority. The degree of anti-evangelism brought about in the name of political-correctness in an effort to erode religious holidays outshines even the Crusades of the middle ages. We found out then it doesn’t work to shove your faith down someone’s throat but now the p/c crowd is finding out it doesn’t work to shove secularism down our throats either.
We are deep into January weather even though it is only December, Dave. The cold weather and need to dry corn has driven LP prices up. Our last bill was $2.40 a gallon without the cash discount but I still prefer it to filling corn stoves. Ironically, corn is now at a price where it makes sense to have a corn stove. Life is full of irony, although not always full of humor. I have spent most of my winter either plowing snow or working in the shop. I am enjoying my “new” Chevrolet pick-up. As previously mentioned, my idea of new is skewed and so this truck looks pretty nice to me. Our brother, Darrel, checked it out before purchase and Mike Spears has since transferred my plow and all the other accessories it takes to make my truck a home from my last “new” truck, circa 1998. My new truck is a 1994 Chevrolet 2500 with about 84,000 miles. I finally arrived behind the wheel of this truck after a torturous, year-long decision-making process made easier by laughable trade offers and extended time spent waiting in dealer showrooms while a salesman and his manager put their feet up on a desk and waited for me to cave-in. I drove five hours to get treated well but it was well worth the trip.
We have no cattle here this winter, Dave. It didn’t make sense to hold onto cattle when they need hay that has climbed in price because of last summer’s drought. I checked the internet on Christmas day and found round bales of nice hay at $300 a piece around St Cloud. $300 per BALE, not per ton and we can assume that a cold winter will only drive that price further north. I would rather build useless items from wood out in the shop and push snow than spend thousands of dollars on hay just to maintain cattle weight. I can run in place at the gym for much less.
Hope your Christmas went well and thanks for the text Christmas Day.
You’re little bro’
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