[camle]

it’s just a way to funnel brand new farm machinery to the area without congress havign to approve funding.

[Vigilanteman]

. . . But locals near the Lough Erne resort reckon it will not take any potential terrorists long to spot the spooks — as their sparkling tractors are all brand new.

Yeah, they are so damn clever . . . not!

True story. After Carter was elected president, he appointed our local congress critter Bob Bergland as Secretary of Agriculture.

I was working my way through college driving taxicab in Moorhead, Minnesota, probably the key city in the district. VP Fritz Mondale comes to town to stump for his fellow Minnesotan picked by the party to replace Bergland with a special election coming up.

This is during a typical upper midwestern winter. The secret service comes to town with their New York designer suits and shiny late model cars. They were about as hard to spot as giraffe in a monkey cage. So, I drive around the street with my window open, honking at them and yelling "Welcome to Minnesota!"

They call the dispatcher to complain and she calls me. "Just tell them we're a friendly town," I suggested. "I did," said. "Everybody had a good laugh except the secret service."