Everybody had a tractor in the '40s. There's not much farming now. In the '40s and '50s you had more farmers than you had people working in the cities.

The only thing I did in Afghanistan was farming. I did not do anything else in the country.

The cash market is tight, but it's not enough for farmers to get up off their tractor and (sell). Plus outside markets were higher, too.

‎A farm is a manipulative creature. There is no such thing as finished. Work comes in a stream and has no end. There are only the things that must be done now and things that can be done later. The threat the farm has got on you, the one that keeps you running from can until can't, is this: do it now, or some living thing will wilt or suffer or die. Its blackmail, really.

We worked from sunup to sundown. I think that's what convinced me not to go into farming.

What do I do? I've got chain saws, a tractor with a bucket and a backhoe,