A Farmer Needs the Courage of a Wolverine and the Wisdom of Solomon Ed, my neighbor next door, tells me it keeps getting harder and harder to be a farmer. The tightrope walk between profit and loss is slipperier than ever. Crop…

No Need to Be Saying Thanks – Especially, for the Neighbor Next Door Ed, my neighbor next door, doesn’t believe in being thankful for much. Ed says, “Best to keep a person’s mouth shut even when you’re thankful for something. Situations, crops,…

Garage Sale Articles–Better Than Average Junk? Ed, my neighbor next door, noticed me carrying various articles to my garage last week. Yesterday, he saw me taking two electric heaters there, “So, do you know it’s June? Are you planning on heating your…

Time to Move – When the Neighbor Goes Green Ed, my neighbor next door, has decided that I’m even weirder than he thought. The other day, I was spraying dandelions in my lawn and Ed saw the Roundup spray bottle in my…

Too Busy to Number My Days Ed, my neighbor next door, is in full force out at his farm working hard and long. The busier he is, the more critical he becomes of seniors like me. He calls me “one of the…

Don’t Believe What Others Say–Check it Out. Ed, my neighbor next door, has been trying to get his thoughts wrapped around our trip to China. “Where is it that you are going in China?” Ed wanted to know. I told him we…

All DIY Lists Should Come With an Expiry Date Ed, my neighbor next door, knows I have a long do-it-yourself list that keeps growing like a fungal infection. Ed cautioned me against ever starting a DIY list, as he claimed such a…

No Comfort for the Sick or Those That Tend Them Ed, my neighbor next door, just hit one of those black weeks when feeling lousy kept getting worse. It was a nasty virus that came out of nowhere and drop-kicked Ed in…

Why Don’t People See the Dumb Things They Are Doing? Ed, my neighbor next door, likes to make fun of my passion for gardening and painting the outside of my house. In the middle of April, when knee-high snow still covered my…

Dangerous Times for Gamblers and Preachers Ed, my neighbor next door, calls me “the circuit rider preacher in a red car.” This happens if I leave on a Sunday morning with my briefcase and my alb. Yesterday, I rode my Pontiac to…