Thursday, October 20, 2016

Driving in to town one day late this summer, a warning light came on in my little yellow VW Beetle. I knew just where to go to have it checked out.

According to most political wags, Nov. 7's election results were delivered more by do-nothing Republicans than by here's-what-we-want-to-do Democrats.

If there is anything to be learned from the third grade it is that I have long suspected, but only recently proven, that teachers go into the educational profession not because they love children, but rather, because they hate parents.

If that sounds like I'm going to suggest we all get smashed on Thanksgiving, of course that's not what I have in mind.

Ever since the summer day that Channing arrived on our farm, things have seemed a little brighter around here.

In the run-up to the Nov. 7 election, any candidate worth a baby-kissing pucker instantly, enthusiastically and repeatedly took the ethanol pledge.

It very well could have been a dream. It is one of those rare bluebird days of late October with splintered sunshine and cobalt blue skies and colored leaves dancing in the wind.

Look, I don't want to frighten anyone but it should be noted that the chills and thrills of Halloween have not, in fact, been put behind us.

Now is a time of year many cow-calf operators enjoy because the season's calf crop has been sold, all the hay has been made, most of the equipment is put away and there is a little extra money in the bank.

Teary eyes glistened from the theater stage as the last performance ended. The cast, more than 50 teens from at least 19 schools, spent hours learning the book-thick music and lyrics of the school version of Les Miserables.
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