This week I went to dinner at a sports bar. I’m not the type, but there are no fine dining choices unless we drive into town. Two of the big screens had rodeo on them. There was a rope horse who got some rough handling when he refused to back into the box. The horse … Read more
When people talk about the romance of farming, I think they’ve watched too much TV and read too little Steinbeck. I grew up in a dictatorship. It was a farm in Minnesota ruled by my father. People don’t get rich farming. Decisions were made for our survival, not the animals. We ate what we raised. … Read more
I remembered to sink the corner post deep, filled the hole with Quikcrete, and topped it off with dirt. Then double braced it to a clean ninety-degree angle. Most of us weren’t born here; we built this home in affirmation of a life we dreamed of, greater than hooves or feathers, than word or habit. … Read more