Some of my favorite memories of dad have to do with being raised on the farm he bought. The man worked so hard to be a postal carrier and a farmer for 10 years. I drove tractor on his knee and later by myself. One of my favorite winter pranks was to throw a snowball high on the barn above the door as he was closing it. He'd always give me a bit of what-for and I'd laugh and laugh. You sure were a good dad.