We had two trucks growing up: one was a rusting blue-gray Ford from the 1980s, windows operated by hand crank, no working A/C. It was a piece of a junk, the official farm truck, used only by my grandfather to drive to the barn for his shifts with the horses or for the four-mile trip to the feed and seed. The other was a white Ford F-250 with a trailer h…
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