Thursday, April 18, 2024

Well, the bad news is that I can now officially call Mr. Wonderful "my old man." The good news is that I'd rather be poked with a hot stick than do so.

This is the time of year there never seems to be enough hours in the day to get all the work on a dairy farm accomplished.

Dryness leads to poisonous grazing With dry weather in many parts of the area, the potential for animals to eat toxic plants increases, mostly because they're hungry and not much forage is available for grazing.

About the time I broke the cotton shackles of my mother's apron strings for the glorious freedom of my father's farm fields, a technology wave hit the southern Illinois farm of my youth.

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.