Saturday, August 1, 2026

Part I How does one go about explaining a connection to the land? It has seemed impossible for me to explain why I care about the land on which my father was born and raised.

Are you a label reader? Probably not, unless you get bored when you are on "business" in the bathroom and you don't have Readers...

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.

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.

With not one entry sent in, my Prom On a $50 Budget contest bombed. Maybe the Farm and Dairy prizes I promised weren't enough incentive to take the trouble, or, maybe no one wanted to admit they spent so little on their prom.

The Office of Inspector General at the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) has recommended EPA seek to recover nearly $25.

I hopped in my car early yesterday morning. My daughter Caroline had borrowed my car the day before, and left her music behind.

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.

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.

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.