A K5 Blazer and a farm pasture
I was fumbling around my office the other day and found an old photo of my K5 Blazer taken in one of the pastures near our family farm in northern Illinois. The date stamp on the back says it was taken in April 1986. To a photo critic it’s an unremarkable image. The subject is too far away and the light wasn’t very good. But when I found the photo after more than three decades, it flipped a switch in my old 58-year-old brain and I couldn’t help but smile when I thought of all the hours I spent wheeling in those rolling pastures. Typically, I can’t remember where I leave a wrench, but after all the years I could recall the small-block sounds coming from the tips of the…