September 2010
STRAIGHT AHEAD
When I was young, I was a farmer. Sort of. The farm didn't belong to my family. It belonged to a couple of families in town. They kept chickens in several coops on the property. Around and behind these coops were pastures. Unused pastures. The families who owned the little farm wanted to put these pastures and the small barn to better use. What they had in mind were a few beef cows for meat and a couple of dairy cows for milk. They had the land. They could supply the cows. What they needed was the labor.







