For example, on my fiftieth birthday, my wife Dorothea gave me a gift that I always dreamed of having- an old Ford tractor. After tooling around on it pleasurably for a while, I began to wonder just how old this ancient creature actually was. Friends who were visiting when I posed the question had an answer. Just look at the serial number on the engine block, I was instructed. After cleaning away ages of grime that had accumulated, the numbers slowly became visible. My friends, coincidentally, were able to produce a list of Ford tractor serial numbers, each indicating the year of manufacture. It turned out that my tractor was made in 1941, only four years after I was born. This somehow gave me a measure of comfort in knowing that well on in age, the tractor was still able to haul rocks, dirt, and firewood around, as I was still able to draw a bow across my fiddle strings.
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