Getting the tractor home turned out to be possible due to the fact that Tony’s son Ben (remember Tony, he’s Corinne’s nephew) has a friend with a honkin’ big equipment trailer and Ben has an equally big diesel pickup truck. Ben had accompanied me to the seller’s place in Ohio to look at the tractor. He is one of the most helpful people I’ve ever met. And he’s an excellent bluegrass banjo pickers. He plays with a band called Brother Randall and Friends and has opened for the likes of Michael Cleveland. At any rate he’s a godsend for us city folks learning to be country folk. He lives on his late grandparents’ place on Washington Farms, part of the property that was George Washington’s nieces some years ago. At any rate, Ben borrowed his friends trailer and we went up to Ohio to fetch the tractor. To fit it all on the trailer we backed it on and dropped the brush hog. Then we attached the blade and drove the tractor back onto the trailer. We lashed everything down and headed back.
By lunchtime or so the tractor was in our driveway.
How Dad Does It 