
Gone Fishin’
He began with frogging. Then jigging. By noon, he said, he’d be hula popping. I kept nodding, as though these were natural things for a man to say while I was drinking my first cup of coffee. Or ever.

He began with frogging. Then jigging. By noon, he said, he’d be hula popping. I kept nodding, as though these were natural things for a man to say while I was drinking my first cup of coffee. Or ever.

A grain cart operator is the combine operators right hand man, technically left hand, I guess, when it comes to unloading.

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Generally, I go ‘round without a hat. A hat squeezes the head, itches the scalp. Plus, I like my hair. But we live in interesting, challenging, new times. We must rise to the occasion. Sometimes, to meet the moment, a man needs a hat.

I took a very unsuccessful walk on Sunday morn. I went out to the far corner of the pasture to get the milk cow and came back with no milk cow.

The Horton Senior Center had their monthly carry in dinner on Tuesday, June 17 with 25 members and guests attending.

The energy in the auditorium was already electric. Every single act in the middle school variety show received thunderous applause, a standing ovation. It was the last day of school and the audience was determined to love everything. Then the next act brought out a T-shirt gun.

My big mistake with homeschooling my younger two was not straying away from the book work more than we did. I felt a ton of pressure to get through their work books so they would learn what other kids their age would be learning and stay on track.

The members of the Horton Senior Center welcomed friends from Vintage Park on Monday, June 9. We had a good time visiting and a big thank you to Patsy Killoren for providing some treats. One member and a visitor took a quick tour of our veterans park.
