Listening to Jerry, I'm not sure where he is at. He reminds me so much of my stubborn farmer grandpa who had to be lifted on and off the tractor but refused to quit farming. I have alot of respect and admiration for my grandpa and Jerry. and because I respect Jerry i want to delicately say something, perhaps if I use some Jerry like euphemisms---
I don't think all the cows make it back to the barn at night.
The tractors driving but the plow blades are only down part of the time.
The gate is up but there is a hole in the fence.
The udder is drying up.
I miss you grandpa, and God bless you Jerry.