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

Dad made his farm equipment last mainly thanks to two simple rules: Grease it, and store it beneath a roof. Part of that process included blowing all the moisture-gathering chaff…View post