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I rarely watch the news anymore. It’s not that I don’t want to keep up on current events; it’s just that I can barely tolerate the smug editorializing of those who report the news.

“An acquaintance saw what I had done with this old bread truck and was so impressed that he went out and bought one like it to make into his own camper.

Navy SEAL training has become legendary, and having no personal experience, I have to take at face value the accounts of those who have. In his book Fortitude: American Resilience in the Era of Outrage, Dan Crenshaw describes a portion of training called “drownproofing.”

I have a 2-year-old son named Ethan. I’d describe Ethan as a little less than tractor obsessed.

I backed under the gooseneck of the trailer and jumped out of the cab to crank the jack up. I plugged the lights in, even though I knew there were clearance lights only on the left side and the right blinker didn’t work.

It was well past “zero-dark-30.” It was winter. We were hauling hay south from the Mountain Home and Bruneau area in southwest Idaho to ranches south of Mountain City, Nevada.