"My brother and I followed Tom's instructions and then I heard him yell, "Jenny, lock the reel and set the hook, he's eating it!"I flipped the lever o...n the reel, began retrieving line and when I felt it get tight, I pulled back on the rod sharply. Suddenly the reel began to scream as the fish made a run. Tom yelled, "fish-on" and told Eddie to clear the other lines. My brother grabbed the starboard teaser and began to crank the reel as fast as he could."Put the belt on your sister," Tom said.. Tractors pulling disks or harvesting machines stopped and pulled off on side roads to let cars pass. The wings on the discs took both lanes and a good part of the grader ditches.Amy reminisced fondly of the days when she helped her family pick up bales and drive the grain truck to the elevator. She had been a County Extension Agent since she had graduated from college. Her husband had been hurt in a tractor accident several months ago. Now she was the only one bringing home a paycheck.They had. It was a wild night, the wind whipping up the corners of Greybeard'swaterproofs.He saw, through the rain and gloom, a lighted window glimmering in the distance and made for the only shelter around. The storm still raged and thundered, another close flash and crack of thunder made him flinch. When he looked up, the light was gone. He had the bearings, so continued his slithering progress. By the lightning he could see a log cabin ahead. Suddenly there was a soft yellowish light in the. This memory had even occurred to him a few weeks back when he was sitting in the high-backed leather recliner—phones ringing all about like a madhouse (he personally had four in his own office), enough stacks of paper surrounding him to condemn a small forest—and he had, of all things, been thinking about life. Now that he remembered, it was the closest he’d ever come to a breakdown. Amid this contemplation, his secretary had come in, her pressed three-piece suit rustling with every move (the.