My father didn’t teach me how to drive a tractor, because, I suppose, he assumed that I knew. As a child I had sat in his lap, turning the wheel of the 3010, which had power steering and power brakes. Later, I moved to the tractor’s fenders, watching as he used the clutch, the brake, and the throttle. The hours gauge no longer worked, but the long handle on the right, I knew, engaged the power take-off. I was eleven,...
