Milo Yield

Our big downsizing auction is now in our rear-view mirror. It was anything but big, money-wise, as far as auctions go, but it was...

In sifting through my archive of “paper stuff,” I ran into another poetic gem that is deserving of space in this column. It’s timely,...

As I sort through all the dusty files of my paper “stuff” prior to our upcoming downsizing auction on Sept. 16, I keep finding...

Time seems to be speeding up toward Saturday, Sept. 16. That’s the date for our big Milo Yield Damphewmore Acres downsizing auction. We’ve got...

Folks, during this spate of seemingly unending days of over-the-century-mark daily temperatures and oven-like southwest winds coupled with sauna-like humidity, the little drab of...

A morose, sad-eyed, downtrodden farmer wuz sitting at the bar one smothering, stifling afternoon staring at his frosty mug of beer, watching the condensing...

Trying to outrun economic inflation and tough economic times on his farm, an  enterprising, innovative farmer trained himself as an entertainer for hire. He...

A thirsty cowboy walks into a quiet bar one hot, humid late afternoon and orders a frosty mug of his favorite beer. He takes the...

A retired farmer sold his farm for a tidy sum and deposited all his money into a large, impersonal bank in a nearby city. One...

Readers will recall that last week’s column was about the benefits, dangers, and even humor, found in the new technology rage — Artificial Intelligence. I...