Food inspection a big, germy joke
When a former National Football League player known for his dirty play was asked if he ever “threw” a game — purposely helped the opposing team win — the player replied by stating the obvious.
Farm and Food File: I must confess: I don’t have a clue
A furrowed brow and clenched teeth usually accompany the phrases “Officer, you’re right,” and “I don’t know.”
The former hasn’t split my lips since,...
Farm and Food File: Time is money and money corrupts
History doesn’t record who first uttered the ageless business maxim that “Time is money,” but a good bet might be a meatpacker because minutes...
Farm bill discussions are ‘ridiculous’
Be it bird hunting in Minnesota or vote hunting on Capitol Hill, House Agriculture Committee Chairman Collin Peterson is seen as a straight shooter of both pheasants and fools.
Bull and bear get piggish competition
An unwritten motto of a former employer, market adviser Professional Farmers of America, was that it's easier to turn journalists into economists than economists into journalists.
Brother, can you spare a dime?
One of the oldest truisms in agriculture noted that "when farmers make money, everybody in town makes money.
Happy cotton pickin’ New Year
While other prophets and forecasters fill the first week of January - and endless inches of newspaper space - with predictions of what will happen this year, permit me 600 or so words to predict what won't happen in 2008.
Current ag just isn’t sustainable
Every fence or barn built by a rancher, every tractor purchased by a farmer is an act of faith in the future because that fence, barn or tractor is an investment in 20, 30, maybe even 50 years of tomorrows.
Mail bag a mixed holiday blessing
'Tis the warm-wish sending season; the once-a-year time when family, friends and former neighbors post colorful cards and newsy letters to the lovely Catherine and me detailing their lives since last Christmas.
Grandma has connections to Santa
Of the many memories I have of Christmas on the farm, I don't have a single memory of ever telling Santa what I wanted for Christmas.
