There was once a very successful American farmer who started gaining interest in his ancestry.
After doing some digging, he traced his lineage back to a small town in Ireland. So he packed his bags and took a trip to Ireland to see the land of his ancestors.
After landing in Dublin, and driving to his destination, he stopped in a pub to grab a drink. He sat down, ordered a pint, and started talking to the Irishman sitting at the bar. After explaining his story and the purpose of the trip, the Irishman responded, "You don't say! I've never heard of your family, but I'm a farmer as well. Tell me, what's it like farming in America?"
"Gladly," the American said, "farming there has been quite lucrative for me. If you started out in the morning, and drove west, you could drive all day before you reached the end of my property. And if you started the next day and drove East all day, you wouldn't reach the end of my property. Same thing North and South, you could drive either direction all day and you wouldn't reach the end of my farmland."
"Ahh, I know what you mean," said the Irishman, "My tractor like that as well."
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