Today I’ll wrap up a three-week adult Sunday School class at a church in River Falls, Wisconsin. It’s the town where my grandparents got married, and the town where they are buried together. Not that far away is the farm where Grandpa spent his entire life, including this moment in 1976 when he took me out for my first tractor ride.
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