I’d just like to add a comment if you don’t mind.  I just read about the farmer flying over his field and crops, as if he was a bird, and yet all you talked about was his white tennis shoes.  How can it be that you’re not more amazed by his flying than his choice of footwear?

I’m thinking there might be something wrong with you.  And don’t even get me going about that barn raising.

 

 

 

Warren Peace