Shucks: the perils of farming corn

The payday’s a-coming for the Campbell family farm.

That’s what I keep telling my wife, Debbie, and I can tell she believes me by her crunch-eyed grin that follows. Sometimes she starts outright laughing, which I take as part of her good nature.

We’re growing corn and happiness. Not that there hasn’t been setbacks in the past year since I bought a four-row corn planter, vintage 1970s. As I look back, it seems strange that so many unrelated events could be associated with one 40-acre plot of land. It’s been quite amazing.