Sunday, October 23, 2016

Lots of headlines dampen the ethanol euphoria by proclaiming we'll be paying more for our food. After all, there's only so much corn to go around.

Planning a float for a parade is no small task. My women's club borrowed a 6-by-8 wooden trailer that would be towed by a Suburban.

For those of you who have read this column for a number of years, you already know that I am a sentimental fool.

In one episode of the 1970s television series M*A*S*H, an eminently paranoid Army intelligence officer tags flag-waving Frank Burns a Communist sympathizer because Burns subscribes to flag-waving Reader's Digest.

He is wanted for transgressions against humanity. His alleged crime spree includes such offenses as touching, being "weird," "totally annoying" and, on occasion, "looking at me funny.

The file's contents spilled out of one folder and into a second. Then a third. For at least seven years in the late 1980s and until 1993, we tracked and reported and wrote about the research and pending FDA decision on the use and commercial sale of bovine somatotropin, or bST.

Simply stated, I haven't learned to say "No." I'm not complaining; I just need to explain that I'm spread as thin as I can be.

(Editor's note: When OSU Extension Dairy Specialist Dianne Shoemaker went to buy some iodine for their farm, she discovered she couldn't get it where she's always purchased it.

It wasn't even Labor Day yet when Halloween decorations, cards and other gimcracks appeared on store shelves.

The plucky planter on the back of our bathroom commode still makes me feel appreciated. It arrived at our house one morning in early June.
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