Summer with Uncle Joe
Every summer for the past few years I fly up north to help my Uncle Joe on his farm. At first it used to piss me off that I couldn’t hang out with my friends during school vacation, but I’ve learned to really enjoy my time with my father’s brother. The work was hard, but we played hard too, riding his quads or fishing or even just watching sports on TV. He’d even let me have a beer or two now and then. He’d also let me help him work on his old cars and was always quick to show me how to do...