My memories of Taylor’s fireworks
It has been said that the only constant is change. This is true except if you’re hoping for change from a 20-dollar bill after filling your car’s gas tank. Tremendous changes have taken place on the farm where I launched my dairy farming career 46 years ago. When I first rented that bedraggled little farm, the city of Brookings was a mile and a half away. The city has since, in an amoeba-like fashion, gradually engulfed the entire farm. The day that I lost my lease on the farm, my elderly landlord’s son informed me that the entire half-section would soon be turned into ...