with all things, an end comes... I remember the day this piece of equipment arrived on our farm and how proud my Dad was to have it and could not wait to see what it could do. And over the years, it worked and worked and has outlasted it's owner... even with a son who managed to "hook" onto some of the big rocks under the ground and straighten the shanks... Perhaps in this photo I see the strength of the past... and how strong our future looks, and how timeless things can be, that seem to NOT be important at the time....