Yesterday my insurance agent informed me I am 58 years old, not 59 as I have been telling everyone for the past month-and-a-half.

1995. Whatever’s the Scandihoovian equivalent of chutzpah, I had it. Rented the church, made my own posters, sheesh sometimes things succeed because we just don’t know any better. (Considered myself…View post

Me and my brother* playing teeter-totter with the hay elevator. Inexplicably, we have made it to ages 57 and 55, respectively. Wow this thing blew up on Facebook. Lotsa happy/dangerous…View post

Sometimes even as a soft-handed farm boy you just gotta fail the Artificial Intelligence test out of principle. THAT AIN’T A TRACTOR. Also as a farm boy there’s a reason…View post

That’s the hat on the cover of Montaigne in Barn Boots. Me* and my mustache were younger when this picture was taken. *Spare me yer notes it’s how I talk when…View post