Category: Flags Across the Harvest

I am not a fan of Hollywood, but I do like to watch James Bond 007 flicks. Since I was a boy, I have enjoyed 007 regardless of who played Bond. The international intrigue, cool gadgets, fast cars, and scantily clad beautiful women keep me glued to the TV screen. I proudly admit this even in the WOKE world we live in today.

In the South, the best hot rodders were usually moonshiners or those that built their cars and engines. The history of NASCAR is a testament to that. I found it very interesting that there were so many Chrysler products on the show and a few AMC models.

The human thought process changes little as the pages of the calendar of life flip by. Our DNA is coded to accept what is before our eyes as being as it always was. Subliminally, the elderly person was never young, the kitten would never grow into a cat, and the shopping center was always there.

In post-WW II rural America, it was common for almost every family to have some attachment to agriculture. Often the family farm was not large enough to sustain all the financial needs of the entire clan, so an in-town job was acquired. But the lessons and roots of farm life were an intrinsic part of their being.

Shooting from the hip with life’s decisions may be great fodder for Hollywood. But it will put you in the metaphoric ditch of life, tilted to one side and spinning your wheels. Farming requires planning and an examination of where you are headed…