News — ManIt

It's -40C (-40F) here this morning. I'm dreaming of sun. And warmth... Not me, but you get the picture. So to speak . . . Add one brother and it's pretty close. Eight years old. In my children's day, that meant that they were allowed to dress themselves. And bathe without three younger siblings in the tub. In my day, it meant that I was now old enough to drive the tractor. Pulling the baler. My day had come! My first lessons were a confused jumble of clutch, steering wheel, gas pedal and 'Don't do that!'. But I soon had...