Hillbilly version: You have to consider the situation.

In the late ’50 the family became land owners. The farm had 3 cleared acres. We had a milk cow. Definitely upward mobile. Dad bought three goats to
eat the underbrush (they would clean up the place). He had a plan. Two days later at breakfast, dad
looked out the window and told mom to come and look at this. Naturally, by the time mom got to the
window, I was looking at the largest of the goats standing on hood of the truck. Mom laughed so it was
okay if I did. When I got home from school, there were no goats on the property. Don’t know how
much profit there was in goats but we never had anymore.
Fast forward ten years or there about, it was during the golden age of eight tracks. We were having
lunch and dad looked out that same window and said, ”would you look at that”. My sister had her
favorite music playing in the truck and was dancing on the hood of the truck. Nobody laughed but we
kept her. I figured dad couldn’t get his investment back.