Who’s Your Daddy?

I went to a local implement dealer last week to buy a mower.  We have a lot of acres in various conservation programs and we need to mow those acres at least once a year to keep the weeds and brush down.  We’d been borrowing a neighbor’s mower for a couple of years, but we’re doing enough acres it was time to stop freeloading and to get our own.

After we closed the deal on the mower, the implement dealer asked me, “Now, whose boy are you?”   Good grief, I thought, I’m 52 years old.  I’ve been making my own way in this world for 35 years now.  Is it really relevant at this point in my life who my father is?

Nonetheless, I am very lucky to be my father’s son.  So I was proud to tell him, “I’m Bon Zumbrun’s boy.”