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(cont. from part 1) I have strong memories of making the two hour drive from Houston to Hochheim, mesmerized by the orderly rows of cornfields, cotton, and whatever else farmers had a mind to grow. I was always captivated by the tidy rows flicking past, flick-flick-flick, until I was sick, causing an unscheduled stop for a good roadside vomit. I remember the smell of hay, as it was freshly cut and drying in the sun. I recall the hearty smell of cows and horses being towed in trailers just ahead of our car. I remember the excitement of being caught behind farmers riding their tractors up to this field, or that field. And I remember traveling behind large farming equipment – hay balers, corn harvesters – being delivered to someone’s farm. They were often too hard to overtake on the curling, slightly pregnant hills and required patience until the next opportunity to pass. Sometimes you couldn’t pass until after the next small town.