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Growing Up Kansas Strong
I grew up in a small Kansas town where the biggest yearly event wasn’t football but the annual wheat harvest during mid-June. For days you’d see huge trucks with tractors and folded-up combines mounted on long flat-beds roaring up and down Main Street. For a couple of weeks, custom cutters harvested fields of wheat and soon moved on to another town. It was always interesting to watch as a kid.
I remember playing around in the back of a big wheat truck while waiting for the combine to dump a load of grain. Then it was off to the mill to empty the wheat. It was so cool to be in the cab and feel the front end of the truck raise so all the grain fell out.
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Stalag Sunflower
Footsteps Across a Broken Land
