A farmer, a car salesman, and a preacher walk into a bar

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and it's gotten me thinking lately about the road not taken: a car salesman, preacher, insurance carrier, farmer, and steel worker to name a few possible roads. These are all fine careers. When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait to get out of my hometown and make... Continue Reading →

November 15, 2018

You can take the boy out of the country, but . . .

I shake my head some days. I grew up in a rural farming community where small, simple church steeples outnumbered taverns and watering holes and you had to drive 30 minutes to get to the nearest grocery store. Each small village had a post office and maybe a gas station. When I was young, I... Continue Reading →