One of the historical columns in this issue contains an item about a team of mules running away with a sickle bar mower. It apparently was a rough ride and the farmer operating the mower was thrown from the machine. The original story doesn't say if the farmer yelled at the mules to stop but it does report the mules stopped when they realized the farmer had fallen off the mower. Had I been driving the team, I suspect I would have had a few words for the mules.

Sunday afternoon I was sitting at a picnic table with Rita watching boats being launched and taken out of Lovewell Lake.

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