Nothing Runs Like A Deere

When I started my new job, I only knew my boss and his wife. My boss is actually Justin's best friend, who is also building our house. His wife is a broker, and when my real estate license is in effect, I will also be working with her, selling the houses he builds.


He has several men working for him, each one definitely unique. But, there is one in particular, that is even more unique than all the rest.


He walked into my office, and handed me some paperwork. He turned around, and I thought, Dude, there's something green on your head.


When I was telling Justin about it, he reminded me of who whis guy was. He's a legend.


A few months ago, after his first week of working with my boss, he decided that he was going to get a tattoo. On his head.


Everyone laughed, and said that he wouldn't do it.


He did.


And, he's gotten more since then.

The one that started it all. Yes, that's a tractor on his head. And, it's baling hay.

The gray hair makes the antique tractors look even more vintage, don't you think?

And, what's a tractor without a combine? Yes, I know what a combine is. I grew up on a farm.

The one picture that I didn't get is the coup de grace. I'm mad at myself for not getting it, but I think I might have been pressing my luck with taking the pictures, in the first place.

It's a tattoo, right on the top of his head, of Bart Simpson driving a tractor.

Don't ask. I don't know. I'm not sure I want the whole story.

And, yes. My house is being built by a man we call "Tractor- Head".

Behind his back, of course. I'm too chicken to call anyone with 5 tattooes on his head anything but his real name.