Dear Farmer, how we love thee and your new found ability to roam about the country.
How we love that you no longer must stay home to tend to cattle, fowl and hog.
With joy we marvel of numerous connecting flights, you can make your way to San Diego, California via Frontier.
And also that you have a cell phone. That works on an airplane.
We lament your hearing loss, through years of exposure to loud machinery. Or perhaps a loud wife.
We applaud your ability to talk loudly about the wonder of lobster, California weather, and your first plane ride, on Frontier Airlines.
And confessing to the person on the other end of the line that you called, "Just to holler at them", all the while hollering loudly.
And for making the rest of the passengers laugh, and talk to one another a little in a friendly way.
Because you innocently disobey the flight attendant.
Farmer, you are a breath of fresh air compared to the willfully self-absorbed so-called sophisticate,
Who thinks he is more important than most, and above the rules.
You make us laugh with glee and wish we also might fly to Nebraska
Instead of hating our fellow man.