A Trip to Tractor Supply

I grew up a country kid. My best friend growing up lived on a small working farm a half mile up the street. At times through that impressionable time of 10 to 15 we dealt with cows, horses, and pigs. I took a few trips picking up chickens on a pick up crew. We rode motorbikes and later when we were about to get our licenses bought an old ready to die Ford Esquire Station Wagon with a 396 V8. We created a circular racetrack that summer in the back field. My Dad would tell me he could hear the car roaring, it was muddy and the car would show 60 on the speedometer but we would be going 20. It was great fun. In the end the frame broke in two and the motor blew.

All this means that despite how eruidite I consider myself now I know from whence I came. A trip to Tractor Supply brings it all back to me. I am transported back thirty years. It is really nothing more than a trumped up Agway but it is so much fun.

Great big bags of dog food, clothes like workshirts, Carhart, Carhart, Carhart. Country calenders. Car accessories and countryfied items. Writing it down it does not make it seem like it should have as big an impact as it does but the sum of its parts does transport me back.

I am not sure why but stepping into Tractor Supply makes me feel like a country kid again talking about Mopar versus Ford..Fix or Repair Daily. Silly stuff.

Still I look forward to going again. Those go carts out front look fun too.