I started working on a ranch in south Phillips County when I was 12. It's a long story of how I ended up there and maybe someday I'll tell it. I spent every summer there from that time until I graduated from high school. I've since been "adpoted" by them as their third son. It's how they introduce me to people I don't know and I do the same for them. They are my parents and I call them Pop and Mother. Pop and my own Dad were the best of friends so the history is long and happy.
Anyway, Pop and Mother's youngest daughter is currently renting a spare room from me. She was in need of a place and though I didn't particularly care to have a roommate, there was no way I was going to turn her out. Her mom and dad are happy that one of her big brother's is around to take care of her.
When I go to Malta, I almost always spend all or part of a day at the ranch. It is my home. It's where I want to be buried. The folks get a publication called the Western Ag Reporter. I will usually give it quick read and go back to talking politics and baseball with Pop.
This year, I've asked mother on a couple of occasions to make me copies or send me articles from the Western Ag that I read when I was home and wanted to keep on file as I begin my assault on the environmental movement. She must have tired of it because she bought me a subscription for Christmas.
This week's issue had a great article by a guy named Krayton Kerns. It was a great read so I linked it here for you. Check out his home page as well. He seems very malconted and would fit in well.