Among the collection of buildings in the McNary farmyard, there was a small granary. Most old farmsteads had one of these, usually built upon stone piers so the floor was as high as a wagon bed.  

A dozen years ago in these pages I wrote a column with the hypothetical scenario of small drones being set up near a sporting event, flown into that sporting event, and exploded. The Ukranians just did that in Russia.

My grandmother used to say, “A bee swarm in May is worth a stack of hay, a bee swarm in July ain’t worth a fly.” A May swarm has enough time to build up a store of honey to get through the next winter. A swarm in July does not.

If private organizations had tried to do what the government has done, the government would, in most cases, prosecute them for anti-trust behavior.

We had five or six old five-gallon cans that would nicely fit in the trunk of the 1956 Chevy. So, often, the first task on Saturday mornings was to put the cans in the trunk and drive over to Cynthiana to fill them up.

It is time to bring accountability to all jobs. All jobs should feel the hot breath of accountability.

Television left our house for good when a new show came on called “Mr. Ed.” For you younger folks, this was a comedy about a talking horse. That was the end of television in our home.

The mainstream media is now self-reporting on their bad acts during the Biden Administration. Exhibit One: Jake Tapper’s book forthcoming book, “Original Sin.”

We had not had the McNary Farm long when, one Saturday night, we made a social call. I would have been seven or eight years old.

Alcatraz was given up for Marion, Ill. because of cost. Alcatraz was three times more expensive to operate than any other federal prison. Everything that comes on and off the island is delivered by boat. This is expensive.

One of my fond memories as a boy was fishing in our pond. It was a small pond, remnants of which are still visible.  

I had been thinking about satellite congestion for several weeks. However, when I got out the calculator and started working through the numbers above, I wasn’t impressed, and it wasn’t going well.

On the farm, we were always experimenting, growing various items. I emulated my parents in this regard.  

If you haven’t taken and understood an advanced course in probability and statistics, you can’t begin to understand how bad the odds are for the individual bettor. And the individual bettor is often the one who is the most desperate player.

This tractor is what I learned to drive – in the third grade. This tractor was also responsible for my interest in mechanical things, ultimately leading to my mechanical engineering education at the University of Cincinnati.