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Drummer the coolest of all musicians

I was a farmer once upon a time and I am one still—in my heart where it counts.

I'm still running the grain crusher while I am barely big enough to pour the barley into the hopper, dragging the five-gallon pail of crushed grain to the trough where feeder steers rush in and swarm me, and I have to sit in the trough until they are done eating before I can escape or risk crawling across their backs.

I watched the calves devour their meal as if it might be their last, desperate for the lion's share with that hard-wired sense of survival of the fittest.

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