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’Twas not my best day. An apple harvest truck had a flat tire, and the best the truck shop had to offer was on the scene. They were having difficulties getting the wheel nuts loose so they could replace the defunct tire with a good one.

While basketball season is winding down for local schools across the country, it’s time to ramp up for the NCAA tournament. And before that season (in one never-ending cycle), basketball stepped on the heels of the Super Bowl, as one season of competition continuously meshes into another.

Last month, I attended the American Farm Bureau Convention. One of the break-out workshops I attended was on dealing with generational issues – the majority of us in the room were millennials.

Tag number 549. I made a mental note of the number and wrote it on the back of my hand when I made it back to the pickup and loaded the horse and dogs. It was mid-December.

I had been lazy. It had been two-and-a-half oil changes since I changed the fuel filter on my good old 2006 Dodge diesel pickup.

The barn needed to come down. It hadn’t been trusted to hold anything but memories in years, and the old sheep-hauling trucks inside went out of commission more than 20 years ago.