Days of Future Passed: The Combine and the Crow: Part 1

My father was a farmer, which meant that he spent an inordinate amount of time pretending to be a mechanic. Farm implements, whether they are churning up metric tons of flinty earth or slicing through acres of tough wheat straw, are subject to enormous stresses, and therefore often fail at critical moments. Or as my father would say, “Crap always breaks when you need it the most!” He was,