Queens Line Boys and Their Buhfetts
I am a reminiscent sort for sure. I have a wonderful life now, but I long for the speed, power, stamina, and fast healing of my youth. And the down to earth simplicity of it. I seem to have tapped out my Scottish resilience since my hernia surgery and am nowhere what I used to be and I miss it. The degradation and demise of my strength amounts to this: I used to pick up and carry a 150 pound tractor wheel weight in each hand when I was a young man wheeling and dealing tractors. Since my botched hernia surgery, lifting 100 pounds would probably put me on my back in bed with pain killers. It has also put a definite, do not cross this line limit on my eating habits. When we were very boisterous Scottish young lads on our side by side Queens Line farms, Tuesday night was movie night. The MacKay boys and I would take off excitedly for the new Ahnold blockbuster or some loser slapstick comedy. If it was the glorious summertime and a nice evening, we would pile into their beautiful red ...