Don’t bite off more than you can chew. Make sure your eyes aren’t bigger than your stomach, or your plate, or something like that. Don’t feed three cattle to make into beef if you don’t have the room to keep them frozen.
Taking stock in heritage
TOWNER, N.D. — I may not have had what most would consider a typical life growing up as a kid, but it was a pretty good way to grow up, full of adventures and life lessons. Living on a ranch, miles from town, denies some experiences but affords many others.
Agweek , 12/31/2012
There are Christmas traditions we can count on every year. Sure, we wonder if we need to do some of the same things year after year after year, but I guess that’s the only way something becomes a tradition.
It’s time to bring in the garden harvest here on the Northern Plains. Our ranch, even with its incredibly poor soil, has always hosted a garden of one kind or another.
TOWNER, N.D. — I was honored to give the Memorial Day address in West Fargo, N.D., at the Veterans of Foreign Wars Arthur W. Jones Post 7564. It was a day of remembrance and gratitude, and the hall was filled with veterans, families and citizens ranging in age from young children to our greatest generation.
TOWNER, N.D. — If my first two marathons were my response to an early mid-life crisis, then this marathon I’m about to run at the age of 41 would be a more typically timed mid-life indulgence. Granted, a mid-life marathon is a lot cheaper than a hot little sports car; more family friendly than a divorce and a girlfriend half my age; and healthier than most any other physical, mental or chemical addiction you can name.
TOWNER, N.D. — Growing up, most of our pastures had herds of cattle or a small band of horses on them. But one small pasture, close to home, was occupied by old steel and antique iron. It was a little boy’s imagination playland better than most manufactured specifically to amuse.
TOWNER, N.D. — There’s a few things a kid just has to have if they’re going to be an all-around, outdoors-loving kid — a good collection of rocks, sticks and feathers; a jackknife just sharp enough to cut your finger and make it bleed; and a hand-crafted treehouse suitable for both playing and pondering the great mysteries of life that only a kid can ponder.
TOWNER, N.D. — They say you can pick your friends but you can’t pick your family. That may be the case but I sure feel like I had pretty good luck of the draw in being dealt the family I got.