I never thought I would be willfully spending one of my rare long weekends in small town USA. I also never thought I would be happy as a lark dating someone from a town of 400 in fly-over country. But there I was perched on hay bales, rounding up horses, eating at Applebees, and rah-rahing at eight-man football games right along side a born and bred Husker.
Buying breakfast at a gas station every morning was certainly a memorable experience, as was visiting the world’s largest porch swing, and kissing by the tractor pull tracks. But the highlight of the trip was when one of the local farmers explained to me how lucrative “haulin’ hog semen for Farmer Frankenhoff,” was. I thought I heard him wrong and gave a royal nod and smile, but he really was talking to me about the moneymaker known colloquially as pig sperm.
For a girl whose nickname is Snobby Tanabe, you could say I was a tad out of my element. But hell, if Eva Gabor could do it in “Green Acres,” so can I!
Just another beautiful road in Nebraska...until your agoraphobia starts to kick in.
This is the world's largest porch swing. Though my number one goal is now to make a larger porch swing, I was thrilled to find this large man in overalls perched on this one.
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Tags: farmers, Green Acres, Nebraska, Sex
This is probably the greatest blog I’ve ever read. One of these days I’ll cease being a bitter pessimist and find something to be thankful for!
Incidentally, I too am thankful for mighty bean fields. However, I do naught but scoff at lesser weakly bean fields.
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