Great read. Both of my parents grew up on small family farms around Cedar Rapids. One of my grandmothers still lives on one of the farms and I have always loved spending time there. The land is rented out now and the cattle were sold shortly after my grandfather passed, but I will always have fond memories of stacking bales in the barn in what seemed like 110 degree heat or riding out with grandpa to count cattle before dark.
Now that I live in the middle of Milwaukee, the only thing keeping me sane is skipping town to fish walleyes on the weekends.