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May 21 in less than 100 words

It arrived one summer evening in 1966 when neighbour Pete Johnson opened the big brown box in our driveway. Mr. Johnson worked for International Harvester farm equipment and brought a miniature tractor you pedalled. As a 7-year-old I was in heaven and rode it around  the neighbourhood until I outgrew it.  We kept in in the family and, in 2005, our oldest grandson Nicholas rode it.

Then, Monday afternoon second oldest grandson Christopher — don’t you love the farmer’s hat? — climbed into the driver’s seat. 

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ctait@edmontonoilers.com
Follower of Christ, husband, father, grandfather, Edmonton Sun columnist, Oiler Entertainment Group writer, co-author of Disabled? Hell No! I’m a Sit-Down Comic, speaker, comedian, former Edmonton Journal columnist, member of the Premier’s Council on the Status of Persons with Disabilities and closet Beverly Hillbillies mega fan and (very small) closet disco singer.

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