Greatest generation deserves thanks
Driving in to town one day late this summer, a warning light came on in my little yellow VW Beetle. I knew just where to go to have it checked out.
Science is not for sissies
If there is anything to be learned from the third grade it is that I have long suspected, but only recently proven, that teachers go into the educational profession not because they love children, but rather, because they hate parents.
Just Look At Us!
Here we are with a streamlined food page in 4-color! Recipes, more recipes and nothing but recipes! We'll focus mainly on "back to basic" recipes using ingredients that most of us keep on hand all the time.
Pastoral musings on a spinning theme
It very well could have been a dream. It is one of those rare bluebird days of late October with splintered sunshine and cobalt blue skies and colored leaves dancing in the wind.
Flashdance flashbacks are a 911 for fashion police
Look, I don't want to frighten anyone but it should be noted that the chills and thrills of Halloween have not, in fact, been put behind us.
Open A Can And Tie One On
If that sounds like I'm going to suggest we all get smashed on Thanksgiving, of course that's not what I have in mind.
Good grazing: fall and winter a great time to take stock of your stock
Now is a time of year many cow-calf operators enjoy because the season's calf crop has been sold, all the hay has been made, most of the equipment is put away and there is a little extra money in the bank.
Ethanol policy is not all politics
In the run-up to the Nov. 7 election, any candidate worth a baby-kissing pucker instantly, enthusiastically and repeatedly took the ethanol pledge.
Life with Channing is better than ever
Ever since the summer day that Channing arrived on our farm, things have seemed a little brighter around here.
Co-ed youth sports can be a real kick
I think it was the moment that the other team was performing advanced calisthenics - deep squats, knee bends, push-ups - prior to the game while our team was happily engaged in an impromptu rendition of "the chicken dance," that I sized up the situation and came to one inescapable conclusion: we were going to get creamed.
