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I know plenty of people in their eighties, my Dad being one of them. Octogenarians are young, compared to the dozens Willard Scott recognizes every day who have lived a century or more.

Before the cheerless rush to abandon Washington, D.C. hits, here are a few suggestions for our hired hands in Congress on what they should not give farmers, ranchers and the rest of us in rural America this holiday season.

Some are born to greatness. Some rise to greatness. And some just want to get their dog out of the swimming pool.

Life is filled with questions, sometimes with answers, sometimes with just a tinge of regret for what might have been.

The time of the year when frost seeding is most effective in Ohio will not be here until February or March.

Surprised by a large animal trotting rapidly in front of my van when I turned in our driveway, I slowed to get a good look.

American humorist Will Rogers once cracked that Americans are the only people in the world to drive themselves to the poor house.

I've long said that I'll be darned if my children are going to go running off spending good

By now, you're getting a bit panicky. When you put last year's Christmas "away," where did you put the list with all the names of friends who get cards or gifts or coffee cakes? And what about the red and gold banners you stick on the pasture gate and the cemetery fence with green duct tape (which gives you a fit when you try to remove it come summer)? At least you remember where the rolls of red plastic ribbon are that turn the porch's white pillars into candy cane look-alikes when it is spiraled around them.

Once upon a time, there was a little boy and girl who loved sitting on their mama's lap and reading picture books.