We visit for a while, catching up on family news and local crop conditions as we wait for the others to arrive. This mini reunion will be a happy one. We were a close class, especially the boys. Years later we still look forward to getting together to swap stories and share school and boyhood memories. Before long, several pickups pull into the barnyard.
Familiar faces emerge from the cabs.
Our conversation soon turns to the approaching harvest. The hot, dry weather has hurt the crops. Their passion for their profession is clearly evident. Each is a third-generation farmer. And all have taken over the family farm either working alone or with other family members.