Saturday, February 9, 2013
God Made a Farmer
No, I didn't forget about this.
I didn't watch the Super Bowl, because, well, I just don't care, frankly. If the Vikings were in the Super Bowl, sure. Like that's ever going to happen.
Day after, though, I kept reading about some Super Bowl commercial that featured Paul Harvey! I spent approximately three to four years of my teenaged life listening to Paul Harvey on my AM radio. At 7:30 a.m. And also at twelve noon.
Paul Harvey could make anything seem interesting. What he'd do was, he'd rope you into an only semi-interesting story; but he'd tell it so vividly; that when he finally said, "Paul Harvey....................."
....you were waiting on pins and needles to hear the denoument.
And now he was talking about farmers? My dad was a farmer!
So, in lieu of watching the Super Bowl, I instead viewed the DVD version of Clear and Present Danger; and I missed the awesomeness of Paul Harvey talking about guys like my dad!
Isn't that just typical?
In the year 2013, people can still get choked up about Paul Harvey and farmers? What in the world has this world come to? I mean, yea, I can get choked up about it; but I didn't think anybody else could.
Yet, there it was.
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