“Michael, I’m going to need your help tomorrow,” Joseph said to his eldest son. “I have to go into town to pick up a part for the combine so I can fi x it before it’s time to harvest in a few months. I need you to spread the potash and phosphate on the corn because we’re expecting some rain by the end of the week.”
Michael, his mouth full of fried chicken, nodded in agreement. He wasn’t all that interested in farming, which over the years had been a point of contention between him and his father. At the moment Michael was thinking more about the time he’d be missing with his friends, but he also