When I was young, there was this one old farmer.
Looking back, he was probably in his sixties, with nothing outwardly special about him, still, to me, something about him was unforgettable.
I did not grow up with a man in my home at all, so I never got a chance to see what a “real man” was.
Oh, sure…there were a bunch of fake examples on television of what adult men were supposed to do.
But here in my…