Tuesday, November 24, 2015

For nearly two years, U.S. farmers and ranchers watched as the second shoe grew bigger and bigger. On Nov.

My daughter Caroline is putting her driver's permit to good use, always asking if there is any place I need to go, ever willing to drive me.

I am proud - if a bit startled - to report that my younger cousin brought her own baby to Thanksgiving dinner this year.

Based on the e-mails, brickbats and live grenades sent me the last few weeks, it's time to come clean: I kidnapped the Lindbergh baby.

Obviously, I am failing to see the big picture, money wise, and for this (and my being a writer - a career path which ranks slightly lower than illegal alien bus boy in terms of financial success), I'm unlikely to ever be obscenely, or even G-ratedly, rich.

Even before Ann Veneman quietly submitted her resignation as secretary of agriculture Nov. 12, the Washington grapevine hung heavy with a long list of likely replacements.

The surprise came from two words cropping up in the exit poll reports. Moral values. The election was hinging on moral values.

Just this past week, I once again had a meeting with school officials regarding Cort's on-going struggle with his health and how that pertains to his education.

The first political wisdom ever sent my way came from the gravelly throat of Everett Dirksen. During Dirksen's 1968 reelection stop in my southern Illinois hometown, I asked the white-maned Senate Minority Leader how he'd outflank Mayor Daley's Chicago vote machine.

It hardly seems like two years have passed, but the registration brochures circulating for the Ohio Dairy Management Conference confirm that they have.