Little Journeys

Grizzled Old Men

  It has often been said we learn best that which we teach. I have been reminded of that in recent days as I have been preparing two Power Point seminars we will release in February in conjunction with our virtual 34th National Arts and…

Fall Memories

  November always brings back memories of my grandfather, Myron Hickok. From the time I was sixteen until I was twenty-six, I spent nearly every Thanksgiving break working beside him on his farm back in Illinois. November has always been…

The Times They Are a Changing

  As Bob Dylan also said, “You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.”   And the silent Covid winds have been changing our times.   For the past 33 years we have been gathering each February at the…

Getting – and Keeping – Good Workers

    Last week I overheard two people complaining about the quality of repair work they had been getting, along with the problem they were having persuading workers to come back to their homes. As you may have noticed, I’ve recently…

Up On The Roof

  If you happened to see last week’s column, you know I have been taking advantage of our beautiful and dry fall weather to make some improvements to our horse barn. When I bought this farm twenty years ago, what we now call our barn…

An Aging Giant

  When you have fifteen acres of farmland in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, it means you have trees.   Lots of them.   I grew up in Illinois where we had six trees in our yard, every one of which we climbed, tried…

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