For 50 years my father worked for the railroad.

My father was a miner and he worked down a mine.

But I've consistently worked for 10 years.

I worked at a Books-a-Million in Louisville for several years.

My father worked for the railroad, and whenever a train crashed, we would go as a family and steal food from the boxcars. One year we stole a case of butterscotch pudding that was for export to Israel. It took us years to get through.

Once we get further into the irrigation season and start using more water, we'll get all of it flushed out.