We Americans are a cheeky lot. We’ve built this nation on independence, courage and true grit. We’re rags to riches, Don’t Tread On Me and don’t tell us what to do.
Don’t it always seem to go That you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot – Lyrics by Joni Mitchell Ten farms in Adams County.
The ag world treats the cyclical years when the farm bill is written as The Years. As in “this could be The Year that meaningful reform streamlines ag programs” or “this could be The Year that environmental mandates include substantial financial assistance.
Did you know that if you rearrange the letters in the word “dormitory,” you can also spell “dirty room”? Or the letters in “slot machines” also spell “cash lost in ‘em”? It’s all about perspective.
I’m not the most frugal of individuals, but I’m by no means a spendthrift. Either way, I have little respect for things crossing my desk that strike me as a colossal waste of energy, time and money.
While researching some of the information for today’s Page 1 story on the Borden Boys and their donation to the Smithsonian, I found a picture of a “Rotolactor” milking machine.
Long before there was David Letterman, the University of Tennessee’s ag college came up with its own Top 10 list that’s worth reviewing.
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.