web-postedWednesday, February 1, 2012
I never heard of a "smart phone" when I was plowing Hell's Half Acre on my Uncle Jim's farm back in the early 1960s. This piece of ground was about as far away from humanity as one could get in that part of northwestÊIowa. The little triangular piece of land lay between two large, rolling hills and was surrounded by real, unadulterated virgin prairie.Ê I could have used a smart phone that day.