The saga of the spare tire

It was a classic battle of the sexes, played out in a dirty, hot field north of town near high noon. The day had started out like any other during the busy planting season. Hubby spends four or five hours in a field, then we spend one or two hours of quality time together moving

One Last Time

Love it or hate it, you may have noticed my column missing from the Star-Herald the last three weeks. A very tight budget instituted by the new upper levels of management there has eliminated the use of freelance writers; or at least that’s what they told me. Insert self-deprecating emoji here. For those less enamored