Dear Annette, You’re done. No more high school. No more bells, study halls or varsity volleyball. No more sock hops, pep rallies or lunchroom drama.
Testimony before a House or Senate committee is not always the most scintillating reading. I’ve always marveled how legislators can stay awake during the most boring of hearings.
There are some weeks when writing a column is hard (OK, most weeks). There’s never a lack of things to write about, but making those topics interesting is the tough part.
In January, a man stopped by our booth at Power Show Ohio and mentioned he had met Ora Anderson. He was, the Athens County reader said, the most amazing bird carver.
A week ago, I challenged newsroom team members to come up with a personal goal for the rest of 2007.
The founding fathers got it right. But I’m not talking about Madison, Hamilton or Jefferson, I’m talking about Smith, Lever, Hatch and Morrill.
“It’s time to get political.” That’s a headline message on the Web site of The Humane Society of the United States.
The caller identified himself as a reporter with the Canton Repository. He was doing a story on two dairy farms that are taking part in a pilot program for onfarm manure treatment, kind of like a municipal sewage treatment plant.
National Agriculture Day occurs every year on the first day of spring, which fell this year on March 21.
The recent televised Academy Awards program was an Al Gore-apalooza, as the assembled actors and musicians were almost giddy in their support of the former vice president.
True confessions: I’m a thief. I steal good ideas wherever I can find them. And hopefully, you’re the beneficiary.
An author and writing teacher recent posted a short online blog entry called, “Four Things You Need to Become a Writer.
I can’t open the mail, or another farm publication, or my e-mail without reading the word “ethanol.” We’re riding the e-wave right now, bobbing along on high corn prices and floating on renewable energy currents from Washington.
We’ve looked out our back windows and watched a bobcat prowl the edge of our woods. We’ve watched deer and wild turkeys.
Here it is. My Christmas list. It’s my farm editor Christmas list, not my personal wish list (stainless steel pots and pans, if you must know).
There is a sense of complacency about food safety: Our food supply is safe; I’ve never gotten sick. But the recent spinach/E.
In a perfect world, we’d never print another article like Tony Nicoletto’s page one story about his miraculous recovery from a farm accident.
I have a “first day on the job” speech I give all new editorial department employees. After I review the company’s policies, plan the training schedule, and point out the restrooms, I climb on the soapbox.
(Editor’s note: I wrote this column in July 2003. Re-reading it this week, it seemed like an appropriate piece to reprint.
Winding through the hills of Harrison County earlier this month, I turned onto a road and immediately eased up on the gas pedal as a colorful painted quilt block on a barnside caught my eye.