As time marches on, the changing of seasons remains the same, but little else has been untouched by the progression of time.
It was a rough night in the Seabolt household, as our two dogs – a German shepherd (Ace) and his partner in crime, a relatively inert ottoman of a dog (Jagger) – decided at around 4 a.
You don’t own any cattle, so the court-clouded Canadian beef import rule doesn’t affect you, right?
Likewise, you don’t make fructose, raise sugar beets or grow cotton so all that mumbo-jumbo about NAFTA, CAFTA, TRIPS and the WTO is better left to those smart trade-talkers in Washington, Brussels and Geneva.
The whole Social Security reform issue is:
a) confusing, so I tune it out
b) political, so I tune it out
c) someone else’s problem
d) all of the above
e) there’s a problem?
At times, I’m afraid, we all feel like selecting any one of these options.
On Jan. 21, the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) announced the air quality compliance agreement.
Familiar moments float to the surface of my memory pool at Easter time. I can’t imagine anyone not enjoying leisure time with the Sunday comics, but I believe my fondness for the funnies traces back to the Easter mornings I spent with Dallas Clapsadle.
I remember as a child being obsessed with horses and the cowboy life. It consumed our play, it invaded our dreams.
I am not a morning person. In the morning, if forced to get up at all, I prefer nothing more than silence, and a cup of coffee as big as my head.
The first hint of spring brings big iron and big irony to the winter-rested Illinois prairie.
Last week, a busload of Pennsylvania farmers visited three dairy farms in eastern Ohio as part of a dairy profitability tour.