One of our family stories involves number one son in a restaurant tasting his soup. The attractive girl going by our table was surprised to hear a 12-year old blurt out, “Whoa, Baby, Hot! Hot!” I thought of that yesterday as I watched the attractive corn prices go by my screen. I have to admit […]
The U.S. grain market is still uneasy about the crop size, and we’re positioning ourselves for a Pamela Anderson bust in prices.
Prices on the Chicago Board of Trade have broken sharply on the overnight trading going into Tuesday morning (Aug. 24), as this is written. Corn, soybeans, and wheat have all traded dramatically lower, leaving the highs of the last few days behind. I had to do some quick mental calculations when K-2 called from the […]
Market commentary: Big gains on the grain market during the day Monday that capped off a few days of frantic trading did not hold; the weakness overnight is accelerating.
I am thinking this morning that the grain market is like a sixth grade boy this morning — obstinate and opposite. Whatever you suggest, he wants to do the other thing. The more you push, the more he pushes back. Too old to spank Think about it — we came out of reports that said […]
Corn prices have plunged to new lows as uncertainty about the crop size has created volatility in the markets.
I was reminded this morning that when it comes to really knowing what is going on in the grain markets, I am as useless as certain vestigial mammary organs on a male swine. Maybe you have to think about that for a moment. I cleaned it up a little for the “General” audience. In fact, […]
Last week I mentioned the old saw about the dead cat — that even a dead cat can bounce a little. That was in response to the idea that the market had gone so low, a little bounce did not mean anything. The bounce has now lasted for a week, and I am forced to […]
I laid awake for a long time in the middle of the night, listening to the rain. I am not sure why I do that. It should be a soothing sound to put me to sleep. Memories Maybe I am listening for wind, with a vestigial memory of the night the elevator blew off the […]
In the early 1970s, I finished spraying a field, and parked the tractor at the driveway with the booms still out. Then, I forgot about it.