Yield, Milo
Laugh Tracks in the Dust
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...
Yield, Milo
Laugh Tracks in the Dust
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...
Yield, Milo
Laugh Tracks in the Dust
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...
Yield, Milo
Laugh Tracks in the Dust
A few weeks ago I mentioned my maternal grandmother was quite a character. She loved to play cards and board games with us grandkids;...
Yield, Milo
Laugh Tracks in the Dust
This was a week of reader responses to past columns. One faithful reader, ol’ Taka Sipp, wrote:“Just finished reading your column about sampling your...
Yield, Milo
Laugh Tracks in the Dust
Oh, baby. We had a couple of days this week that made me believe that spring is tantalizing close. On those 60-70 degree days,...
Yield, Milo
Laugh Tracks in the Dust
Much of the appeal of the “good ol’ days” from old geezers like me is that the funny stories from those days just keep...
Yield, Milo
Laugh Tracks In The Dust
Well, I celebrated my 75th birthday recently and I greeted it with a humorous senior moment that should warrant a chuckle from the age-impaired...
