One....which is a great story....if you know the guy. Here is a quick explanation.
Years ago a mom and her two young sons moved here to the boonies from the tough streets of South Buffalo. We are 90 miles South of Buffalo on the PA border.
Ok, this sounds like a movie, but it's real life.
The boys dad was in prison for murder, one uncle was shot dead, and the boys were on their way to that lifestyle.
When they got settled here they started going to my parents church. The older kid was 17 and needed a job. I happened to be looking for someone to help around the farm. My dad invited the kid to my house to check it out. He was very quiet and reserved but said, "ok".
From the hoods of Buffalo to the farmland of rural America was a huge change, but after a month, he loved it.
He was a bit uncomfortable at first, but ended up loving the lifestyle and stayed on.....forever.....hes here now.
That was 11 years ago.
I introduced him to farming, horses, fixing cars, hunting, firearms, nature....and.....pipe smoking.
It has to be odd pulling into our farm or another local place and see him and I with a few Amish dudes puffing on pipes. There really is no way around it, the black Amish guy really turns heads.
He is now married and lives close by on a 25 acre plot of land.