Monday nights are Alphorn night for me. The last couple of weeks I have been meeting up with a Swiss Farmer and a Guy that runs a Coffee Business to hang out and make some noise with our alphorns in a parking garage. Thinking about it, it is really seems like something total odd, almost like a dream.
One of the guys I play with was nice enough to meet me at the bus stop with is car today because it was raining. So as we were driving the two minutes from the bus station to his place he started to tell me that our other friend drove his tractor. At first I thought my German was failing me so I asked him if the other guy had a car. “No,” he said, “That is why he drove the tractor.” Sure enough as we pulled up to the apartment complex there was a nice green John Deere parked out front.
We played for about an hour and a half and when it was time to go, my friend with the John Deere asked if I wanted to ride back to the bus stop. Sure, why not I thought. I think he as a bit nervous at first to have an American hanging off the back of his tractor with an Alphorn. But I assured my friend that I knew how to handle myself.
I explained to him that my grandfather back in the states had a farm, and as a kid I used to ride out in the fields or into the forest to collect wood. I had spent plenty of time on tractors and know how to handle them.
I managed to snap a photo over my friends shoulder with my phone as we were driving down the street. It was really cool how the feeling of being on the back of the tractor brought me back to a place I hadn’t been emotionally in a long time. I started to remember the summers I had spent in Michigan on my Grandparents farm. The afternoons with Grandpa, working in the field cutting down trees for the winter heating, or riding out to clear ditches or mend a fence. Those were really special times for me. I didn’t spend nearly enough time at the farm, but I will never forget those experiences.
So slowing coming back to reality, my friend pulled over at the bus stop and I hoped off. Sitting there at the station was a young guy, probably in his twenties. He looked both amused and confused by what he was seeing. He said to me “Nice ride?” I replied in German “Yeah, special unscheduled bus service.” With both laughed and sat down to wait.







