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cameron and the electric plastic 4-wheeler john deere

This article, to me, is not about simply building brand affinity, though i suppose to some flinty eyed accountant somewhere, green viser bent over the ledger sheets, it is.

it is about a little boy growing up, and an old man rather enjoying the view.

cameron and i share the same neighborhood, though i do not have the run of it like he does.-- just something about a 5 year old running across your yard being cute, while a 63 year old with a goatee and a wild look in his eye, isn't.

cameron owns a bicycle, which is likely to be just about anywhere over the course of a day.  look up out your kitchen window, and there cameron is, flaunting bounds and limits, with a little grin on his face.  oh,yeah, he knows what he is doing.

cameron also drives a little 4-wheeler, electric powered, reverse and 2 gears, and those little plastic wheels that the 3-wheelers had, that sound like someone is holding a garbage can over your head and beating it with a shovel when they run down the asphalt.  he likes to drive it everywhere, too, and he likes to give the little girls rides in it.

you gotta love the kid.

some of the places he likes to drive include my driveway, and my lawn, and my little stump excavation that i am making into a flower garden, nasturtiums so far, roses in a little bit.  cameron asked after them, and i explained to him that they hadn't flowered yet, and might not if he runs over them.  so, we discussed it, he asked politely where i had planted, i showed him, and he asked if whether he could drive on the dirt where i hadn't planted, and then delineated just where he would drive and where he wouldn't.  we struck the accord.

pretty damned decent of him, i thought.  

just like when i was growing the lawn this spring from seed, i asked cameron and curtiss not to walk on it, until the grass was big enough to protect itself, and the ground solid enough to resist their feet and bicycle tires.  every now and again little faces would appear at my door at the knock, and they would inquire, "john, can we walk on your grass."  one morning, i simply said, "yes."

well, all this is besides the point.

the point of all this is the look on cameron's face when he drives his little 4-wheeler with its rumbling plastic wheels.  he sits up straight, both hands on the steering wheel, and he has the look of pleasure and contentment a man, lord of all he surveys, at one with himself and his world as he essays it.

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