Blogs

Sending a high school graduate out into the world, and through the ever-widening wake of the coronavirus, you quickly realize traditions must be broken.

“Hey buddy, maybe you’ll rope better after your horse foals. Ha ha!”

Way back when I was in grade school, one of the biggest events of the year was the science fair for the fifth- and sixth-graders.

Years ago, we participated in a program that brought kids from all the schools in the area to a farm and taught them about agriculture. We don’t live there anymore to continue to participate, but we enjoyed sharing what we do with hundreds of kids.

If I had a dollar for every time I heard “these uncertain times” when talking about the current state of the beef industry, I could probably help fund the USDA’s Coronavirus Food Assistance Program.

In the midst of Covid-19, one of the deepest psychoses is loneliness. “Social distance,” sliding takeout tacos under the door, being served pizza across the counter like a Frisbee, having to carry a measuring tape and whip it out like Marshall Dillon to confirm 6 feet every time some masked stranger comes your way … all to prevent civil discourse and staying friends.