“I’ve done a lot of soul-searching about my two boys, Tom. And being a farmer, I’ve had to rely on the conventional wisdom about what you get out of life. The conventional wisdom is ‘you reap what you sow’. Pretty profound, huh?”
“No, sir,” I said. Joe smiled.
“You’re right, Tom. It ain’t profound at all. It’s a simple truth. You reap what you sow. Any farmer in the world will tell you the same. If you plant corn, you get corn. If you plant wheat, you get wheat. If you don’t plant anything, you get weeds. Or nothing.”
Since everything was cooked in bacon grease and slathered with butter, I figured our cholesterol levels should be spiking around noon and our arteries completely clogged by sunset. That’s probably when the strokes would hit. A lot of people seemed to die of stroke at sunset. Biorhythms and all that.