I remember well growing up in Dover Massachusetts and working as a kid for an old Yankee farmer named Charlie Bean. Charlie was related to LL Bean, Leon Leonwood Bean, the hunting clothier, and was a good farmer. I learned a lot. Charlie owned land in Dover and the neighboring town of Westwood, Massachusetts. We grew corn, tomatoes, beans, squash and pumpkins. The farm had about 100 acres total between the two towns. Apart from a big old John Deere 4030 which did most of the plowing and harrowing and an old 10 guage shotgun, yes a 10 guage, we used to scare off the Canada Geese, everything Charlie had was broken. Tons of stuff of every description, old cars, trucks, tractors, sanders, plows, backhoes , even an old milktruck partially reclaimed by the very earth upon which it stood, uttering its last idle. Charlie didn’t throw anything away, he was the epitome of a Yankee farmer and was no stranger to hard work. The work would have been easier however had not everything been broken.