It has been a long slow process but I have worked to build a reputation and found a place in the community.
It’s easy to conflate headlines with the actual state of humanity. It’s an understandable reaction, but it’s also a misreading of what makes news.
Think about it; it’s a holiday where the main celebration is a feast. If that is not a celebration of agriculture, I don’t know what is.
These trips allowed me to see much of the United States — oftentimes many parts of this country far beyond the interstates.
In recent years, these FFA competitions have become a source of pride and excitement for me as I have watched two of my nieces vie for national championships.
Annual meetings are always a big event, but this year’s promises to be one of the biggest and best. You are not going to want to miss it, and that’s why we are making plans six weeks out.
If I could, I’d gather October in a Mason jar. Just like canning the bounties from a summer garden, I’d place this season on my pantry shelves and enjoy servings throughout the year.
Like many children, I once dreamed of becoming President of the United States. A big, old White House and a high-power job were awe-inspiring.
In short, November’s election is more consequential for the day-to-day lives of most Kansans than anything that happens in 2020.
Whether it is in D.C., Topeka or a fourth-grade classroom, many times I wonder, why me? Why can’t I just stay home and work on my farm and forget the rest of the world exists?