Raised at a fertilizer plant.

I've mentioned before that I practically grew up in a fertilizer plant. Here's some further evidence.
The first picture is me at the plant. Once, a train conductor let me ride in the engine, from one end of the plant to the other. He even let me blow the whistle (a very big deal to a little boy).
The second picture is of me, at home. On the back of that picture, my mom explains that I was wearing my dad's home made baby clothes, from 1921! I still have those clothes.
Now, if I can draw your attention to the paper that second photo was glued to. It contains the analysis for 8-8-8 fertilizer.
I'm telling you, it's in my blood. (I'm not sure what that says about me...)