What a strange coincidence ... my paternal grandfather was a wise, practical man who farmed a piece of land in Eastern Iowa for nearly 70 years. He, too, often offered me words of wisdom while I was growing up. The one I remember most vividly, as if he were right here, now, speaking it, was more of a warning ...
"Son, don't go past that fence onto the neighbors land. The man is crazy as cracker jacks and suffers from some sort of delusion he's Aesop or something -- always talking in strange parables and irrelevant analogies to European basketball. Might be some lingering after-shock from the front-lines. Anyway, beware and stay away ... the man ain't right."
Ya suppose they knew each other?