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 When
Harley Jacobsen came into Doc’s office the other day for his
physical it was a treat for Doc.
Harley is one of Doc’s favorite people. Harley is a farmer. A 24/7
farmer. 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. Take some time off and go fishing or take
Gladys to the beach.
”
“Can’t right now, Doc,” Harley said. “Plowing summer fallow.” [to top of second
column]
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“Well, how about later on?”
“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 by then it’ll be time to
plant.”
“Harley, you need two weeks with nothing to do. Get someone to help
with the farm and go do something fun.”
“I just can’t do it in two weeks, Doc,” Harley said. “Took 60 years
of farming to get this tired.”
[Text from file received from
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