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towering over the house and spreading out to nil the whole front yard, giving shade in the summer, and a home for birds, and nuts for the squirrels. And it was just that moment, as I pictured the squirrels jumping and playing in his branches, that I knew Grandpa had made the right decision. I know now that he will be very happy. Grandpa loves squirrels. Changed Views "You can fly wherever you want to, but you'll never get me on a plane. There ain't no pulling-off places up there." But one day he pulled his 66 Ford up in front of his farmhouse and, Io and behold, there sat a helicopter right in his own front yard. Cousin Ralph hollered, "Come on, Ernest, the oil men are taking us up to the well." "I think I'll just drive," Daddy said, and he drove on up the road. Then he got to thinking. "I've rode horses all over these hills. I've rode tractors and trucks and cars. I might as well get a higher view." He turned around and drove fast. The propellers were turning. All 83 years of him crawled out yelling, "Wait for me." The pilot pulled him aboard, and he flew. -Gretchen McCroskey 59 ...

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