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[August 09, 2008]
When Harley Jacobsen came into Doc's office the other day
for his physical -- you know, the one his wife, Gladys, insists on
from time to time -- it was a treat for Doc.
Harley is one of Doc's favorite people. Harley is a farmer. Not a
young farmer, but a solid farmer. A 24/7 farmer. It is said in
coffee-drinking circles -- and we have several here -- that ol'
Harley can make hair grow on a bald head and wheat grow on rocks.
When he'd been thumped and bumped and listened to and pumped up and
partially drained, Harley asked Doc for the verdict.
"Not bad at all for someone your age, Harley," Doc said,
grinning. "But you look tired, so my advice is to take some time off
and go fishing or take Gladys to the beach. Something fun.
"Can't right now, Doc," Harley said. "Plowing summer fallow."
"Well, how about later on?"
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"There's harvest you know, and the trees will have to be pruned
before winter, and then the winter wheat will go in. Have to
overhaul the wheel tractor this winter and add on to the equipment
shed, and then it'll be time to plant."
"Harley, I want to see you get some rest," Doc said. "You need
two weeks with nothing to do. Get someone to help with the farm and
go do something fun."
"For two weeks?" Harley asked.
"Two full weeks, Harley."
"Doc, I just can't do the job in two weeks. Took 60 years of
farming to get this tired."
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