Spring is in the air
We are officially in pollen season in Northwest Arkansas. The birds and the bees are busy spreading it tree to tree and flower to...
Reaching a certain age
I have reached that “certain age.”
The purchase of a new vacuum cleaner was the highlight of my weekend a while back, and now I’m...
Farm life can be dangerous
Farming is a dangerous occupation.
Anyone who has seen me in the past three months has either noticed my pronounced limp or has seen my...
No place like home
Spring break is a long-standing tradition in Arkansas. Some families head south to the beach for warmer weather.
Not us, we pack up and head...
Farming dreams, big and small
I recently spoke to someone who is brand new to the farming industry.
They want to grow row crops, raise cattle, sheep and goats, and...
Making a living with cows
My father was always a little skeptical of the advice offered by highly educated people (his only son, included). I suppose that fact was...
Play ball!
It is no secret I am an avid sports fan. In most instances, I have held a personal preference for collegiate and amateur sports...
Spring is a welcome sign
As I write this column, I’m suffering from sleep deprivation. Overnight, our weather radio went off seven times to warn of possible dangerous weather....
An old plowboy
As I was surfing through the TV channels recently, the title of a program immediately grabbed my attention: The British Ploughing Championship. Besides the...
Where did my phone go?
Few technological advancements have changed my life, as much as the smart phone. I can still remember my first telephone number from 1965, but...
