Tony, you're using logic again.
One correction, though. The field should have a bar with cute farmers daughters, not either/or.
Farmer's daughter story (all true!)
I was far from home at Air Force Nuclear Weapons Technical Training when my girlfriend broke up with me over the phone.
I called home all distraught when my mom told me to fear not -- they were now attending church with a family with not one but SIX daughters -- and they were
farmers.
(My parents moved from industrial NJ to waaaaay upstate NY -- near Massena -- after I left for Basic).
I asked to say hi to my then 12 year old sister (She'd have better intel).
"Yeah, they're really nice. Some are a little -- chunky."
I put the chunky comment aside as little sister lack of appreciation for the female form. Images of hay mounds and cavorting through buttercup fields sustained me until The Day when blessed leave began.
After 24 hours of non-stop travel and a grilling by Canadian Customs (another story) my Dad was waiting for me at the Montreal airport.
We drove back to "home" (I hadn't seen it yet). There were fewer and fewer houses, lights -- and more and more miles of wire fence and cows.
All I wanted was some rest.
My dad was happy to inform me we would stop by the [family name removed to protect the innocent] house before going home.
The idea of overalls and ponytails bouyed me in my sleepy stupor.
We pulled up the long dirt driveway, the fresh scent of cow barn lingering on the September evening air.
The door opened -- we walked in -- and sitting along either side of the long slab bench table were six of the largest young people I'd ever set my eyes upon. (on another day two of them came to babysit my younger brothers. When we drove them home, my dad's '77 AMC Ambassador was dragging the back muffler all the way to their house. My mom kept asking, "What's wrong with the car??" My dad and I said nothing and simply looked straight ahead).
I don't remember much after that -- my dreams of long blonde hair, dandelions, and sun-drench fields was replaced by the reality of enormous bowls of butter-soaked popcorn, hot dogs, and slabs of ice cream -- all served at the same time.
In the two weeks I spent on leave I was able to extricate myself and meet the pastor's daughter -- who was wearing
overalls in church.
I thought, "
That's the kind of pastor's daughter I wanna meet!"
27 years later we're still very happily married.