Saturday, December 20, 2025

You don't own any cattle, so the court-clouded Canadian beef import rule doesn't affect you, right? Likewise, you don't make fructose, raise sugar beets or grow cotton so all that mumbo-jumbo about NAFTA, CAFTA, TRIPS and the WTO is better left to those smart trade-talkers in Washington, Brussels and Geneva.

As time marches on, the changing of seasons remains the same, but little else has been untouched by the progression of time.

The whole Social Security reform issue is: a) confusing, so I tune it out b) political, so I tune it out c) someone else's problem d) all of the above e) there's a problem? At times, I'm afraid, we all feel like selecting any one of these options.

It was a rough night in the Seabolt household, as our two dogs - a German shepherd (Ace) and his partner in crime, a relatively inert ottoman of a dog (Jagger) - decided at around 4 a.

I am not a morning person. In the morning, if forced to get up at all, I prefer nothing more than silence, and a cup of coffee as big as my head.

Familiar moments float to the surface of my memory pool at Easter time. I can't imagine anyone not enjoying leisure time with the Sunday comics, but I believe my fondness for the funnies traces back to the Easter mornings I spent with Dallas Clapsadle.

I am the first to admit that sometimes I make a mess of things. I try to teach my kids that the best reaction is to 'fess up, take responsibility, fix what I can, learn from my mistakes and move on.

The first hint of spring brings big iron and big irony to the winter-rested Illinois prairie.

I remember as a child being obsessed with horses and the cowboy life. It consumed our play, it invaded our dreams.

Last week, a busload of Pennsylvania farmers visited three dairy farms in eastern Ohio as part of a dairy profitability tour.