At this time of year, I must attend a goodly number of meetings. Several of them are in nice, warm places where the dress code is listed as “business casual.” I lean toward the casual side; but while packing for the last trip my wife felt it was time to make a few suggestions about upgrading my wardrobe.
I wanted so bad to talk about the fiscal cliff this month. I know you all want to hear more about the brilliant maneuvering that saved us all. But I just couldn’t find words that were descriptive enough and yet ones that Don, my editor, would let me print. Instead, let me share a family story where my two-year-old grandson learns what it appears those in Congress have not.
I hope you had a good harvest season. In general, it was a pretty good beet crop nationwide. Take some time now to celebrate with family and friends.
As most of you may have heard by now, it was pretty wet in the northern end of the Red River Valley this fall.
I lost a pair of pliers
Again — again today.
How can something without legs
So easily go astray?
Those of you about my age may remember the title of this piece as the last line from the poem that comes at the end of the Moody Blues song, “Nights In White Satin.” For several varied reasons, that line has repeatedly come back to my head this winter.
Peggy and I attended the ASGA annual meeting in Orlando in February. Driving there isn’t much like driving back home in Felton.
I’ve fixed up almost everything
This winter in my shop.
I’ve repaired and rebearinged
From the bottom to the top.
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I went to my grandson’s kindergarten Christmas concert. They handed out programs with all the names of his classmates. My confusion was great. I must be older than I think. . . .
Where have all the Roberts gone?
Write Field column is written by David Kragnes. David farms near Felton, MN. He is a former Chairman of American Crystal Sugar Co., and currently serves on the board of directors of CoBank.