Yield, Milo

Faithful readers, last week I left you toward the middle of the Old Boars’ Tour of Wabaunsee County on rural roads. My ol’ Missouri...

Faithful readers, I don’t want to bore you with a personal travelogue, so if you’re not interested in reading about my experiences on a...

I loved old-time, family-owned hardware stores. They had everything you could imagine in stock and it was crammed into the narrow aisles of the...

Sometimes interesting or humorous true stories from the distant past just morph their way into my columns. Such is the case of this true...

My story about the Washington State ranching couple who pulled pranks on “gun free” retailers in the Seattle area, prompted a response from ol’...

Few people enjoy a good practical joke more than I do — even when I’m the butt of one. I recently got a great...

I have a friend in southeast Kansas, ol’ Hugh G. Gardiner, who grew up in eastern Kentucky on a hard-scrabble farm with a lot...

I have a friend in southeast Kansas, ol’ Hugh G. Gardiner, who grew up in eastern Kentucky on a hard-scrabble farm with a lot...

When you’ve lived as long as I have, and been involved in agriculture the whole time, you reach a point where you think you’ve...

I’m still not through with stories about my maternal grandmother, Ann. She not only played a mean ragtime piano, but also wrote songs and...