Heads Up to the Farmer’s Wave

He tucked his billfold in the back pocket of his striped overalls and reached for a clean cap from the hook behind the door. “I need to run to town for a part for the planter.” Dad spoke to Mom..I gazed up at him with my best puppy-eyed-please-takeme- with-you-look. His hazel eyes twinkled. “Want to ride along?”.Never did I turn down the chance to shadow my father. Whether...