Actually, my first choice for the yearbook was "mountain man", but Mrs. Kew would have none of that, and it was she who substituted "farmer".
A year earlier I had told our career counselor, Mrs. Jordan, that I wanted to be a farmer when I grew up. She asked me if I owned any land or had sufficient funds to purchase some, and of course I did not. I told her that I planned to work for other farmers until I had saved up enough money to set up my own country estate. She then informed me that I would never live long enough to do that on a farm laborer's wages, but I might be able to do it if I went to college and studied law or business administration. After working in one of those fields for 20 years or so, I would be able to buy a small hobby farm that might come in handy as a tax deduction. None of that appealed to me, so she then suggested a career in forestry. I would never get rich that way, but at least I could work in the natural outdoors. That sounded good, so I sent away for some literature and even perused a few college catalogs to check out their forestry departments. Long story short, I didn't go to forestry college, but I did manage to end up with 88 acers of prime swamp land where I can play at forestry in my spare time. I tried gardening on it, but eventually decided that it was more trouble than it was worth.
The notion that ancient hunter-gatherers had a better life than the farmers who replaced them in the food chain is a romantic fallacy. I've been close enough to that life to tell you that, while it's fun to practice it on weekends and vacations, it's no way to make a living. Similarly, the farmers of today put in many more hours for less money than their contemporaries who work in factories, offices, or even retail stores. I think I stumbled into the best of both worlds, playing hunter-gatherer or farmer when it suits my fancy, and working a town job to finance it. Looking back on it, I could have done the same thing living in Chicago, but I would have spent a lot of time and money commuting back and forth to my country estate. This way, I just step out the door and I'm there.
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