Stories I tell my patients

Abstract

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago in the 1930s, two farmers (cousins, in fact) owned farms side by side. In late March, when the ground finally softened, the cousins decided it was time to start plowing. By tradition, the first farmer started on the west side of his long, narrow plot of ground, and the second farmer started on the east side of his long, narrow plot of ground. They agreed that by the end of the day they would plow a single long row and then treat themselves to a rest and refreshments at the Inn at the end of their long, narrow farms, right between the two properties.