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Her name was Mrs. Thompson and she had accepted the responsibility of shepherding the minute packages of burgeoning humanity onto the pathway of book learnin’. There was no kindergarten in those days, and her tall, somewhat angular form had greeted…

My sister, the one who is next younger than me and lives in Canada, and the one who has a write up ready for the guest blog but won’t send it, made two statements about me.  I question the veracity…

It’s actually rather hilarious that I write about cattle, horses and things.  Sure, we’ve had cattle on the place for the last 10 or 15 years, but we really haven’t run enough numbers to say we are experienced hands in…

Yesterday I went to the post office. It cost $300. This is what I did: drive down a gravel road when I could have gone a little farther around on a paved road. Something big and sharp stuck in the…