Brad Nelson

Stereotypes are bad. One of the sharpest ladies I know is a blonde. And she gets a good laugh at a good “blonde” joke. But the stereotype doesn’t fit her at all. So as I relate the next incident, bear in mind that this is not typical.

I left something out of the last article. When each issue of the Progressive Forage Grower magazine shows up, I scan over my article with paranoia that the story that was printed is not as I intended it to be.

A father related this story to me. A young man hitched a ride out to visit with his daughter. Their home was about 10 miles from Mountain Home, Idaho. After an adequate visit, it turned out that the young man needed a ride home.

Generally speaking, my kids don’t cuss. I’m not complaining, but when you take into account both some of my favorite vocabulary and some of my favorite people, well, you would think they would share this fault of mine.

Did you ever make a short list of things that would make life simpler? How would it be, for instance, if we could fast-forward from the onset of puberty to being happily married, completely skipping the whole dating scene?

“Everybody ought to have a truck.” I will credit that rash statement to John Scherer as he and I were on the scene of someone’s truck that was in need of a major transplant, probably my truck.