We were ten miles from home when a local seed corn salesman spotted us and tailed us to John's alfalfa field.He idled his pickup by the side of the road, watching as John sized up the afalfa, uprooted a lone pigweed, and pulled our vehicle back onto the gravel.
No cherrywood desk, no secretary bringing coffee, no dialing the phone. If you want to do business with a farmer, you only need to know his vehicle, and maybe where he goes to check his hay.
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