Stone's Throw Farm

Okay, not technically a rock star, but he uses a microphone, travels around the country with a big amplifier in the trunk of his car, and does something like singing. My dad’s an auctioneer. Usually when I tell people that, they either say, “You’re kidding!” or “Does he talk really fast?” or “Can you do the chant?” The answers are no, no, and no. My dad has a really nice-sounding chant that is actually understandable, but I never learned to do it myself.

I bring this up not only because my dad is cool, but also because he recently retired, and was recently honored for his 42 years of service to the purebred Angus cattle business by his friends in the biz, only 3 of which I recognized in the group photo he sent me along with a newspaper article about the retirement party. I was going to scan said items for the blog, but realized it’s online. Sweet. The final reason I’m writing this is that my parents are coming to visit, and I’m putting off cleaning my house by writing this post. Hey, they’re used to the mess by now, right?