Saturday, March 28, 2026

I hopped in my car early yesterday morning. My daughter Caroline had borrowed my car the day before, and left her music behind.

I'm not the most frugal of individuals, but I'm by no means a spendthrift. Either way, I have little respect for things crossing my desk that strike me as a colossal waste of energy, time and money.

I'm not - by a long-shot - the only kid in the world who grew up without a father. The truth is, I had one - he just wasn't around much.

No, our Father's Day holiday was not invented by Hallmark cards. The special dad's day holiday should probably be credited to Mrs.

Dairy farmers have a ton of hats to juggle in their daily lives. Because of this balancing act, a few responsibilities tend to fall through the cracks.

Some things are more reliable than even death and taxes. Take the Farm Credit System for example. Since it's farm bill-writing time again, the giant, government-sanctioned, cooperative ag lender is again asking Congress for favors to boost itself in the farm lending marketplace.

This is the season of celebration, and we are enjoying every minute of it. With high school graduation ceremonies behind us, we focused on hosting a party here to mark the occasion for our son and our daughter.

While researching some of the information for today's Page 1 story on the Borden Boys and their donation to the Smithsonian, I found a picture of a "Rotolactor" milking machine.

She is Winnie. And she is Ori and Little Sister, and she is Pelly and Polly and Duchess, and she is Sally and Spotty, and she is Missy and Shamrock and Olivia, and she is Maggie and Barney and Brud.

I can understand how the recent heat wave might have caught the corner store unawares in the frozen treat ordering department.