Hot Farming
This really is a true story. This is my story. I grew up on a farm, several farms actually, because there were three farms in our family but we all lived on one of them. They were close enough where we could all live together in one three-story old farmhouse and then travel to the other farms to work them. This was back in the days when running water and indoor bathroom were still luxuries that few of dirty farmers could afford. Oh we had the little hand pump that you had to prime every time...