Life lessons in a five-gallon bucket: what my grandpa taught me
Joe Indvik

Thanks for this. It sounds like your grandfather and mine could have been cut from the same cloth.

My grandfather checked himself out almost 20 years ago. He feared he was getting stomach cancer and didn’t want to be a burden on anyone. (He did, however, make sure that someone would continue mowing the lawn and putting gas in my grandmother’s car until *she* passes.)

I learned a lot of those intangibles from him. One thing I never figured out was how to drive our 4010 — I never, ever, ever got the hang of that crazy weird shift pattern.