Saturday, July 30, 2016

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.

It would seem that summer has settled in for the long haul. Already the locust blossoms that saturated the sunlit afternoons and the evening breezes with their heady perfume have withered away and the orange blossoms have scattered their petals like snowflakes.

I hopped in my car early yesterday morning. My daughter Caroline had borrowed my car the day before, and left her music behind.

I'm not - by a long-shot - the only kid in the world who grew up without a father. The truth is, I had one - he just wasn't around much.

Dairy farmers have a ton of hats to juggle in their daily lives. Because of this balancing act, a few responsibilities tend to fall through the cracks.

No, our Father's Day holiday was not invented by Hallmark cards. The special dad's day holiday should probably be credited to Mrs.

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.

This is the season of celebration, and we are enjoying every minute of it. With high school graduation ceremonies behind us, we focused on hosting a party here to mark the occasion for our son and our daughter.

Some things are more reliable than even death and taxes. Take the Farm Credit System for example. Since it's farm bill-writing time again, the giant, government-sanctioned, cooperative ag lender is again asking Congress for favors to boost itself in the farm lending marketplace.

I telephoned. "I'll be out to get some more flowers ... No Dad, I don't need any of the yellow old-fashioned roses or purple iris," I explained, "I just need to get some more tiny violets.
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