Brad Nelson

I was juror number twenty-four. There were a couple of us who had the audacity to state on our questionnaire that we had obtained a four-year degree from a college or university.

Any stockman will tell you that hay trucks don’t really run well until there is snow on the ground. Or so it seemed by the timing of the orders for hay.

It takes a certain amount of energy to move a similar weight and frontal area of vehicle at a given speed American Fork, Utah. 1965. I met a fellow who made his living traveling from place to place trimming the hooves of dairy cows.

“How old are you, Grandpa?” asked Ashton, my ten-year-old grandson. I had just shared a newspaper article with Ashton’s grandmother, mother and father.

The pie
We got started later than planned, which was not unusual for my household. The outing site this year was the Ensign Ranch, west of Cle Elem, Washington, just a few miles off of the freeway and yet right beside the freeway.

Way back when the earth was still drying up after the great flood I was seeing the Northwest through the windshield of a Freightliner truck.