Columnist Jerry Nelson discusses why farmers tend not to weigh in on intense political discussions.
The Holiday Season will soon be here, that time of year when belts shrink and stretchy pants become your best friend.
Of all the farming projects this columnist has undertaken, his home garden has been the least profitable.
Humor columnist Jerry Nelson recently ran into a scary (and funny) situation with his “personal assistant.”
Author and columnist Jerry Nelson and his wife attended a book festival and had a blast talking with interesting authors and editors.
Columnist Jerry Nelson miraculously survived an accident involving him floating in a manure pit years ago. He recently has come across a similar, but tragic story.
When columnist Jerry Nelson was sent to school in town after attending a one-room country school, cafeteria lunch was not appealing.
Somewhere in the dusty archives of family photos there’s a black-and-white picture of me (the entire world was monochrome back then) watching a young man rake silage out of a wooden forage wagon.
The young guy, a neighbor kid named Gary, was about 17 at the time. He was at our farm as part of the neighborhood silage run, a group activity that sounds decidedly less fun than a poker run or a beer run.
Gary is tanned and shirtless and has muscles like a Clydesdale. I, on the other hand, am a scrawny 7-year-old whose arms most closely resemble broomsticks.
Columnist Jerry Nelson attended a local Wing Fest and had fun trying the different spicy sauces on flavor-packed buffalo wings.
This humor columnist is used to some crazy weather and has some wisdom to share about the swiftly changing seasons.