Right after I published my last post, my dad sent me this, explaining the reason why I have the backside of a farmer:
This is my dad and my grandpa on their farmer in Eastern Washington.
Now, more than ever, I see why I need to take this seat so seriously and carry on the tradition of my forefathers.
Thanks, dad, for this precious reminder of my heritage of hard work and deep faith on metal seats. I will look at my chair very differently from here on out!
Love you to the stars and beyond,