The bad and the ugly with harvest ended with friends saving the day.
Bob worked hard and hated to ask for help, but in the end, that’s what he had to do after more problems occurred with our combine.
I remember freezing as I helped outside with harvest. I was just a helper. Bob ran ideas past me and I gave him my two cents, but he cast the deciding vote as to what we would do in the end.
Sometimes I came up with a solution he never expected–I often helped by throwing out crazy ideas.
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