High tech has destroyed businesses, turned Main Street into a ghost town and driven your FedEx and UPS delivery person to sheer exhaustion. Forget the mall; Americans are shopping on their cellphones.
California cattleman Lee Pitts provides his brand of humor on issues surrounding the ag industry.
High tech has destroyed businesses, turned Main Street into a ghost town and driven your FedEx and UPS delivery person to sheer exhaustion. Forget the mall; Americans are shopping on their cellphones.
I’m proud to say I was a vocational student, even though the rest of my high school looked down on us, and we were quarantined far from the regular campus.
There’s a fad occurring in the Western world I’d like to encourage. Ranch people are naming their kids with rodeo-inspired words. I’m not talking about names like Freckles, Ote, Tibbs, Ty, Tuff, Trevor, Tomkins, Luke, Lane, Beaver, Monty, Mahan, Shoulders, Charmayne, Ace, Jake or Walt.
Hi ladies, it’s me: the wife of the slob who usually writes this column. He’s resting now, getting his beauty sleep – and believe me, he needs all he can get. Unbeknownst to him, I’m taking over the column this week because what I have to say is much more important than any gibberish he’d have written.
Nov. 17, 2017, was a big day in our lives. It’s a day my wife and I have been working toward since we were teenagers. It’s the day we signed up for Social Insecurity.
I have mixed emotions about the show ring and where it fits in with today’s data-driven cattle business. I grew up showing cattle and being on judging teams, and I think I learned more in those activities than I ever did in school.