The big combines of today make short work of combining corn, moving up and down the fields, harvesting several rows of stalks at a time.
It’s a far cry from 50 years ago, when my father used a one-row...
I knew the rainfall was heavy when I spotted overflowing creeks while driving home the night of Oct. 24.
It was raining steadily as we headed north from La Crosse but nothing like the wall of water that...
Let’s set the record straight – I am not an economist – which the Bureau of Labor Statistics defines as “an expert who studies the relationship between a society’s resources and its production...
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Last week I wrote about the remaining...
A year ago I wrote about some of the historic or memorable bridges that I have crossed or traveled to – including a few located near my home in western Wisconsin.
The topic was a hit with readers,...
Did you know that the word squash comes from the Narragansett Native American word askutasquash, which means “eaten raw or uncooked?”
And did you know there are more than 100 varieties of squash...
The turn of summer into fall isn’t an overnight makeover but more like the gradual creation of an autumnal artist.
It starts subtle with splotches of yellows, oranges and reds dotting the green canvas....
One of the staple events during farm shows is the milking contest, usually pitting some local celebrity against another stripping milk from a cow’s udder.
The rules vary, but the winner is usually...
You can feel the history as you cross Death’s Door across the turbulent currents of Lake Michigan from the mainland tip of Door County to Washington Island.
The six-mile crossing was once traversed...
I’m putting the blame squarely on Mother Nature’s shoulders, but it’s happening again this year, despite my best efforts to prevent it.
This gray tree frog recently emerged from hibernation on...
Can anyone honestly say they are really surprised that Old Man Winter isn’t quite done?
As of this writing on the morning of April 17, there are 14 inches of snow outside driven by a strong northwest...
Late season snow storms always take me back to March 24, 1979 in the tiny town of Franklin in Jackson County. My feet were wet, and I was beginning to shiver as the three of us stood at the dark back door...
