I realized, once again, that i'm not interested in the "Country". Everyone has a different opinion of what the country is, some call our home the sticks, but i believe that where my Dad lives is the real "country". Cows, flys, dirt, beer, pickup trucks. Nope, not for me. I'll do it now and again to make some scratch, and do my Dad a favor, but where we live now is the closest to the country i think i want to be. Cool barn though.
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It is a rockin' barn. It's a shame you don't find barns closer to things. I realize that defeats the purpose of a farm, but they are so cool. Glad you survived it all!
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