I Bought A Farm To Enjoy My Retirement, But My Son Wanted To Bring A Crowd. So I Surprised Them… “If you don’t like it, just go back to the city, Mom.” That was my son’s line—right before he declared he was bringing “a few people” to my quiet Montana ranch. In Chicago boardrooms, “few” means ten bodies, ten egos, ten cameras hunting for “authentic ranch life.” I’m a 67-year-old widow who bought 80 acres to keep a promise my husband and I whispered between double shifts and snowstorms: one day th