Friday, December 19, 2025

I raised my aching body from the wooden planked bleacher seat that I'd become fused to. I should have taken more stand-up-and-stretch breaks between heats.

Weather conditions have been highly variable this summer. As I drive through northeast Ohio and western Pennsylvania, I see beautiful fields of corn, and a few miles away I see drought-stunted fields where it looks like corn is already dying.

Baseball has its winter hot-stove league when teams and players wheel and deal in hopes of improving their World Series chances.

Hard work is good for the soul. Hard work builds character. Hard work makes you tougher. Hard work teaches you things you don't even know you are learning.

I have a limited fashion sense due to one minor detail: I'm not six-foot-nine and the weight of a Q-tip.

August is the time Ohio producers should begin stockpiling feed for their animals winter needs. Stockpiling means to accumulate forages that will be harvested by grazing livestock at a later time.

In its rush to blow out of steamy Washington D.C. for a month of cooler temperatures and cooler tempers, Congress ran the legislative meat grinder hard in the final days of July to crank out enough fat-laden sausage to sate even the hungriest special interest.

Attitude is everything. I have learned this, if nothing else, in the journey of this life. Bright outlook.

Every person should have at least one breathless, wide-eyed memory of summer. Leaping off a sun bleached wooden dock; casting a line into an icy clear Midwestern lake; clinging blindly to an out-of-control paddle boat with the sickening realization that you are heading straight for a monstrously large shoreline poison ivy patch.

Trying to go from breakfast all the way until supper, I'm reminded, again how much better off I'd be "grazing" through the day with several light meals and snacks rather than two bigger meals.