The screen in the darkened room showed a rural road now bordered on the left by new homes. “I used to farm this,” said Knox County’s Tim Norris as he flipped to the next slide.

I tuck my two teenage children in bed several nights a week. At least I go into their bedrooms and pretend I can’t see the “Oh Mom!” roll of the eyes as I sit on their beds.

The livestock industry wants the government involved in the national animal identification system. And yet it doesn’t want the government involved.

The wind died down around 2 p.m. Monday, Aug. 29. In that lull, Mississippi dairyman Bucky Jones scrambled out to the barn to milk his 80 Holsteins.

It’s like a game. If I put only $10 in the gas tank, maybe prices will go down tomorrow (which is about how long $10 lasts and I have to stop at the gas station again).

As I was washing dishes in the kitchen Sunday afternoon, the TV in the next room provided some background noise.

The 1970s, like every decade, were filled with unforgettable fads: platform shoes, mood rings, earth shoes and Rubik’s cube.

The Central American Free Trade Agreement is expected to come before Congress this month for an up-or-down vote.

Bill Grammer shot down my skepticism, and ignorance.
In recent years, we’ve received numerous university news releases touting the benefits of farm advisory teams.

Combing through yellowed pages of Farm and Dairy from 1925 yields a unique look at history. As I look for items to include in the “80 years ago” portion of our weekly Read It Again feature, I’m struck by how different life was then, and yet, how little has changed.