He moves dirt for a living. He raises cattle and goats and wheat and I don't know what else. He has that rugged, sun tanned skin and white teeth to contrast shining out from under his dirty hat. He has taught his 17 year old son how to drive his machines, and lets him get them stuck in the mud to learn his lesson on how not to do that again. He rides a dirt bike by our house (John, not his son). He is a very nice man.
John moved some dirt at our house. It provided 2 hours of entertainment for my machine-loving children. Then he let them sit in the Bobcat AND the dump truck. It was the best day ever. I think it was even a great day for John. He grinned ear to ear just watching the excitement that he brought to our quiet Saturday morning.
I love that our nice neighbors own heavy machinery.
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