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last windrow

August 12, 2017
We all heard a distant rumble coming from the west. These were the days before radar and satellite weather forecasts, and one could not see any storm approaching. As the sound became louder, the family left the table and all walked outside the house to see if what we were hearing was actually happening. Yes, there indeed was a low, dark cloud bank in the west and it was heading directly over this part of the landscape. Illustration
The Last Windrow: A million dollar rain
August 12, 2017 - 4:30am
August 5, 2017
The Last Windrow: Musical memories from the farm
August 5, 2017 - 5:30am
July 8, 2017
The Last Windrow: Climate change - Something is going on
July 8, 2017 - 8:00am
July 1, 2017
So it was that in the course of time, my friends worked and acquired some money and they spent it on muscle cars of every model. By the time that the late '60s arrived you would see Pontiac GTOs, Dodge GTXs, Plymouth Roadrunners, Ford Cobras, Chevy Sting Ray Corvettes and Camaro Z28s sitting at the little gas station out in the middle of the Iowa countryside. Illustration
The Last Windrow: Remembering my 'muscle car' youth
July 1, 2017 - 9:30am
June 25, 2017
I was visiting with a farmer from around the Indianola, Iowa, area a week or so ago and we were comparing notes on the fine art of walking the fields. We had both done it and neither of us really grew fond of this annual job. Illustration
The Last Windrow: 'Walking the fields' built character
June 25, 2017 - 4:30am
June 10, 2017
The Last Windrow: I hope the Twins will forgive me
June 10, 2017 - 6:00am
May 11, 2017
The reason for my exuberance was the fact that Minnesota had experienced an early ice-out and early spring that year. That meant the walleyes and northern pike would have been all through with their spawning cycle and would be awaiting fishermen to drop the bait into their collective toothy mouths. Illustration
The Last Windrow: Let's not brag about an extraordinary fishing opener
May 11, 2017 - 8:00am
April 29, 2017
Anyone who has experienced a real shore lunch on a boulder in the middle of a wild Canadian lake can attest to the fact that a coffee pot percolating over an open fire has a magnetic pull that can't be replicated. The sizzle of deep fried walleye, the smell of slightly burned hash-brown potatoes, bread and butter and a cup of coffee is ingrained in the brains of anyone who has experienced it. Illustration
The Last Windrow: Smell of coffee evokes memories
April 29, 2017 - 3:40am
April 15, 2017
This little 8N Ford sitting behind our house has lost most of its original paint. Much like my hairline, it stands bare in spots. The paint is faded much like the color in my once sunburned cheeks. It leaks a little oil here and there and has had a few of its parts replaced, much like my titanium hip. It smokes and pops a little when started, which is kind of the way I get out of bed in the morning. Illustration
The Last Windrow: Shared traits with a little Ford tractor
April 15, 2017 - 4:30am
April 3, 2017
By Randy Stern - originally posted to Flickr as The Show Has Begun, CC BY 2.0,
The Last Windrow: Time for the annual Twins forecast
April 3, 2017 - 5:45am
March 26, 2017
The last vestiges of the glacier that has taken over my driveway since last December gradually is ebbing into the lowland below our house. It is time for it to be gone. Spring came this week. Illustration
The Last Windrow: Spring at last
March 26, 2017 - 7:00am
March 18, 2017
My tackle box is full of compartments meant to keep me tidy. By the end of the season, nothing makes sense there. Jigs are mingled with spinners, sinkers are mixed with swivels, hooks are tangled up with each other, and dried nightcrawlers and leeches are scattered throughout the box. Illustration
The Last Windrow: It's time to sort tackle
March 18, 2017 - 6:35am
March 13, 2017
This young lad had a vivid imagination. That imagination and storytelling may have been a result of his having to make sense of things that didn't make sense to a youngster. His stories were written down by his adult friend, and I loved the imagination shown by this little guy and the way he described some of his world. Illustration
The Last Windrow: Kids do say the darnedest things
March 13, 2017 - 11:00am
March 5, 2017
The Last Windrow: Giving a speech leaves some speechless
March 5, 2017 - 7:50pm
February 28, 2017
Those were the days when we wore our clothes until they totally wore out. There was no taking slightly used clothing to a thrift store. We WERE the thrift store. Flannel shirts with no elbows, bib overalls with no seats due to the wear and tear from a steel tractor seat, coveralls with no crotch left because of climbing over barbed wire fences, and jackets with no pockets or zippers that didn't work. Illustration
The Last Windrow: Is mending clothes a thing of the past?
February 28, 2017 - 11:28pm