, I’ll find myself walking through a freshly plowed field. Inevitably, I’ll spend as much time peering downward as I do listening skyward. I can’t help myself. I might be hunting gobblers, but I’m ...
Retired Sheffield dairy farmer Warren Wilcox was in the barn doing chores when I first phoned. When I dialed again he promptly answered, cordial and willing to discuss an upcoming talk he calls ...