My dad threw down his beloved John Deere hat.
“No way we’re making any money this year,” he said to me as he picked up the cap.
“Dad,” I said. “Do we know anyone with a helicopter? I have an idea.”
He glared at me. “We’re starvin’ here and you want to go on a joyride in the sky?”
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