Saturday, October 10, 2026

If a wall is going to fall on me (and it's generally safe to assume it WILL), then you would think that at the VERY least, something valuable could fall with it.

As summer fades to autumn, if there is time in your day to pick up a good book, I recommend Heart In The Right Place, a newly published memoir written by Carolyn Jourdan.

Lots of headlines dampen the ethanol euphoria by proclaiming we'll be paying more for our food. After all, there's only so much corn to go around.

In one episode of the 1970s television series M*A*S*H, an eminently paranoid Army intelligence officer tags flag-waving Frank Burns a Communist sympathizer because Burns subscribes to flag-waving Reader's Digest.

He is wanted for transgressions against humanity. His alleged crime spree includes such offenses as touching, being "weird," "totally annoying" and, on occasion, "looking at me funny.

For those of you who have read this column for a number of years, you already know that I am a sentimental fool.

The file's contents spilled out of one folder and into a second. Then a third. For at least seven years in the late 1980s and until 1993, we tracked and reported and wrote about the research and pending FDA decision on the use and commercial sale of bovine somatotropin, or bST.

It wasn't even Labor Day yet when Halloween decorations, cards and other gimcracks appeared on store shelves.

(Editor's note: When OSU Extension Dairy Specialist Dianne Shoemaker went to buy some iodine for their farm, she discovered she couldn't get it where she's always purchased it.

Simply stated, I haven't learned to say "No." I'm not complaining; I just need to explain that I'm spread as thin as I can be.