Funny how this brings back so many memories. Dad worked at Sears many years ago. Somehow someone he worked with had kin in Vermont who was a farmer. That year his hay crop was about nothing, lack of rain I assume. He was desperate so called Dad (we had a lot that year), so one evening that Fall this old pickup truck comes down driveway, poor guy drove Vermont to Virginia! We felt sorry for him and loaded all he could carry. I remember it was cold and his door window missing, we taped clear plastic over it.