Barbed memories

Barbed Wire and Leather Seats remind me of a story. Then of course a blog is an excuse for a story. I do remember the barbed wire fences fences on my grandfathers farm when I was growing up. It was a fun place to go. Seemed like there was no field or place that did not have a barbed wire fence. One time when I was just out of high school I worked on a farm in Grace Idaho for a few weeks on summer. Barbed wire was something that was put up on poles but the holes for the poles had to be dug. Not a great job. The alternatives to that job were picking up bales of hay and tossing them on a wagon but a lot of the bales had snakes under them and then of course three times a day irrigation pipes had to be picked up and moved. That part went with one of the other two. So years pass. I am in my late 30s or 40s and I own a Jaguar. It had English leather seats. I have my own business. People who I represent come to work with me. They like to mention the car. Folks like to sort of pick on things like that if they can sometimes. So I have a good little story that I like to tell them. Seems as though English leather has less flaws in it and is especially good. No Barb wire you see. The cows don't damage their hides by getting caught in the Barbs, you see.





O well Barbed Wire seems like a Western thing.