Last Tuesday evening, I had to drive from Hartwick to Andes. A couple of farmers needed tractors and my boys were already out on service and sales calls, so they called the retired guy for help. Ah yes, once again decades of experience paid off.
The next day, Adam and Brian asked how I made out. “Great.” I replied. “At the first stop, I had pot roast, real mashed potatoes, and Dutch apple pie. Later, I saw some fine firearms, had a beer or two, and some homemade hooch.”
“What? No, no, no dad. Did you sell the tractors?” they asked. “Yes I did, and you’d better get them delivered ASAP.” I answered. “Did we make any money?” they questioned. I winked and said, “Maybe, if you sell the trade-ins for twice what they’re worth, but I’ll tell you, that pot roast was delicious and the hooch was some smooth!
“Come to think of it, maybe you should call Bob and find out exactly what deal we made on that last tractor. After all that beer and hooch, I’m not quite sure, and don’t be surprised if he doesn’t remember, either.” The boys will straighten it out. Must I do everything? I’m retired.
That same Tuesday evening, as I drove by all the farms that once were, I got to thinking about an honest, old gentleman named Hardy Hanson. He was our main competition in the farm equipment business.
When he made a deal and shook hands, that was it. No paperwork was needed. If something went wrong with a piece of equipment, he made it right. His word was his bond.
Contrast old Hardy and his way of doing things with the current pigswill going on in Washington. I’d say they could use a good dose of Hardy Hanson right about now, because no one seems to be able to tell the truth, or maybe worse yet, the people in charge are too stupid to know what the hell is going on. Truthfully, I don’t know which is worse.