My Little Red Tractor And Me

Here I am, back in the early 50's, never happier than sitting on my little red tractor sporting my Jingo Kid hat and ready to hit the sidewalks in the Projects in Brownwood, Texas. According to my Mom, folks were afraid to occupy the sidewalks when I was out and running. It is said I could reach speeds approaching twenty miles an hour on my well lubricated red tractor (I knew were Dad kept his oil can). Mom said she received complaints almost daily of other children and some adults being chased from the sidewalks. Mom would say she could hear me from all over the neighborhood yelling, "Honk, honk! Move out of the way!" At least I was giving folks a fair warning.