Category: Flags Across the Harvest

Who are you now? The life of a dreamer is not an easy one. It is perpetually imprisoned between reality…

A Whitman’s Sampler of joy By 1842, 19-year-old Stephen F. Whitman of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, had already started the candy and…

In the lap of luxury I am not a fan of Hollywood, but I do like to watch James Bond…

The dirt road of my soul. The human thought process changes little as the pages of the calendar of life…

Are you the singer or the songwriter? I grew up during an era when it was common for an adult…

Caught between yesterday and tomorrow If you are familiar with any of my writings, you can quickly glean that I…

Why not? By nature, I ponder many aspects of life, farming, and automobiles. I take objects for face value but…

Calling all cars. With necessity being the mother of invention, sometimes other things ride in on her apron strings. This…

A hard row to hoe In post-WW II rural America, it was common for almost every family to have some…

Thank You. When I was growing up, my parents did not own a new car. We were a working-class farm…