Nice. The "family business" (on my dad's side at least) is farming, for generations back. Grampa and grandma were blown out of Bastrop County, Texas by the Dust Bowl, settled around Claunch, NM only to have the water go away forever and then spend four years as itinerant workers looking for a living. They came back to New Mexico - Los Alamos in particular - because post WWII there was a jobs boom. They could never afford to live there, though.

They had a 5-acre plot on the Santa Fe Trail that my dad now owns. Kinda funny; my aunt ended up owing her parents enough out of her inheritance that my dad ended up with the real estate, yet she's got three kids that live within 70 miles of the place while me and my sister are a thousand miles away and never going back.

Gonna have to figure out what to do with it. I will say that I covet my grandpa's '39 Farmall.

My uncle, my grandpa and my grandma all ended up dying within 72 hours of each other April before last. It had been a long time coming, but still - for my aunt, she had a husband and two parents on Monday and by Wednesday noon she didn't.