The Name?

Well, long ago in a land far away (before I was married), I dated a girl who's father invited me to go on a float trip with him and his buddy's. This was before cell phones and CD players, but every truck in our convoy had a CB radio in it. Of course, everyone knows that if you have a CB radio, you have to have a "handle" and since I was wearing overalls and had no "handle", the guy I was riding with gave me a handle - "Plowboy" I must have looked pretty pathetic to be called Plowboy. I guess it fit a little bit, anyway it stuck and I was called Plowboy the rest of the trip and beyond by some.

That's the short story!