Music triggers landslide of memories
I hopped in my car early yesterday morning. My daughter Caroline had borrowed my car the day before, and left her music behind.
Someone fire this marketing agency
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.
Ms. Inie Jeykins has a new little one
It would seem that summer has settled in for the long haul. Already the locust blossoms that saturated the sunlit afternoons and the evening breezes with their heady perfume have withered away and the orange blossoms have scattered their petals like snowflakes.
Vacations are made of mines and memories
Any old parent can take a kid to Disney World. It takes a special kind of insanity to take a child on a vacation to a coal mine.
Father’s Day
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.
Father’s Day is Baby Boomer Young
No, our Father's Day holiday was not invented by Hallmark cards. The special dad's day holiday should probably be credited to Mrs.
Heat detection requires commitment
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.
Farm Credit System wants favors
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.
Take time to enjoy wonders of life
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.
If I’m wrong, all bets are off
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.
