Subtitle: Life Beyond Roan’s Wildest Dreams OR
Uncle Chuck is the Greatest Guy on Earth (after Dada of course)
Picture this – while lounging around a scrumptious bonfire and roasting marshmellows, frogs burping in the night, the hills of LaValette, West Virginia suddenly come alive with a bright light, a high-pitched “ERR-ER-ER-ER,” the rumble of gravel, and then the earth-shattering sound of, say, a colossal woodpecker echoing through the trees. It is:
A) An alien landing
B) A colossal woodpecker
C) Your two-year old son driving a John Deer excavator and operating the jackhammer on a slab of concrete 30 feet away.
Hint: The gods of Truck Heaven looked favorably upon Roan that night.
If we had a dollar for every time Roan said “TRUCK!” these last couple of years (universally applied to anything larger than a car), we could send him to the $15,000/year private school down the road from us. But who needs Lacrosse when nothing makes your kid happier than construction?
Raising Roan 
Nothing Runs Like A Deere! : – ) Love Ya Roan!