Chris trained on Dad’s lawn tractor. He’s still operating.
Today he’s ram-rodding a crew through a perilous cut in a magnificent mountain pass, blasting 28 foot boulders and digging a state-sponsored four-step pool, presumably to help salmon in their annual struggle upstream to lay eggs. Normally he supervises from a pickup with his faithful bulldog at his side, but the other day, one of his operators was a no show, so he took over a backhoe, extra large. The old boy still has it. I have a video to prove it. Don't make me post it.
Chris is my partner from the Big Brother program in the 70s. We’ve stayed in touch, though he has moved to the West. He is still my brother. Once a state champion heavy-weight wrestler, he’s always had a love for heavy-weight equipment and sent us pictures from time to time, putting an ever bigger machine to work. But our favorite picture will always be the one where we’re both astride the little tractor in Alexandria, mowing Dad’s lawn. Who knew? No one can be prouder. Hmm. Wonder if he’d let me try my hand sometime?
When the project is complete, we’ll post another picture.
