Wednesday, September 28, 2016

It is not so much I mind having chosen a career path so vague as to rank somewhere below "illegal alien bus boy" in terms of status, but rather, I get no respect for doing it from my home that really rankles my soul.

I looked down at my lunch plate feeling pangs of guilt. Something was wrong with the picture. My plate held a hot dog in a soft, white bun leftover from my husband's company picnic.

Change is inevitable. We don't have to like it, but we do have to deal with it. You probably want to brush off preparing any kind of emergency plan for your farm operation.

Summer is nodding, on its way out. Last week, there were mornings that carried the chill of an early fall.

Where's Internet privacy when you need it? Forget about snoops grabbing my credit card numbers or reading my e-mails.

It seems it's always August before my brother Tom and I make our almost-annual visit to Mill Creek Park.

The U.S. Environmental Protection Agency has announced plans to begin a nationwide study to monitor air emissions from selected farms starting this winter.

(Editor's note: I wrote this column in July 2003. Re-reading it this week, it seemed like an appropriate piece to reprint.

Throughout my life, travel has been sort of hard to come by. Growing up on a demanding dairy farm meant there was never any free time in which to squeeze a vacation.

August is the month public officials traditionally use your tax dollars to travel to gather information, ideas and frequent flier miles they claim will help them serve you better.
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