Sitting in the cab of the TW-10 Ford tractor, I cranked the volume on the radio to hear it over the sound of the machinery running behind me, churning out freshly chopped grass. I was just in time to hear Jack Barry introduce his guest for the next segment. He was an author. But not …
Month: October 2018
Why I Write: Summer 1990, pt. 1
If you’ve ever had to unload a wagon full of freshly chopped grass into a concrete haylage bunker, you know there’s a trick to it. To get a decent row of wet, green grass fed out along the open front of the bunker, you need to maneuver the tractor and the wagon behind it back …
Sally’s gone deaf
My dog bit me this morning. Well, “bit” is a little overdramatic. Sally nipped me. Being a pekingese, she can only fit so much finger in her tiny mouth. Combine that with getting roused from a sound sleep, it ended up being a clumsy and largely ineffective attempt at self defense. A couple of worn …
