Yes, I know, it is not the time of year to be writing about hayrides. But, during a conversation between my sister Carol Ann and I, she told how, when she and Joe Wayne (our older brother) were young, they went on a hayride with snow on the ground. Joe Wayne drove the tractor, and when they got to their destination, or maybe back to our house, they had a wiener roast.
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