Get your hand off of that pitchfork handle, you little twerpJust what I wanted to do after becoming a high school graduate: Spend the summer hoeing sugar beets with my little sister. I was only 16, were you only 12? And therefore, illegal child labor? Cool hat, rolled up jeans, and saddle oxfords, the latest fashion for hoeing beets in the hot sun all day. What did we talk about as we whacked up one row and down another all day? It was a long walk up to the upper field to start with, back at lunch, back to the field, back home at night, haul the water jug, take our hoes home to sharpen them on the grindstone in the shop. We did o.k., didn't we? Happy birthday.