I miss the farms I never knew, although I bet I don't miss all that work. My dad spent all his summers on a
sand-scratch farm in Michigan (shallow sandy soil), no electricity, no running water, an outhouse. My wife
grew up on a cattle farm in Northeast Missouri near Iowa and the Mississippi River. I've spent short visits
both places. The "crick" where I bathed in Michigan was just about cryogenic it was so cold; freeze your
body for posterity. Or freeze your posterior. Keep growing that rice! As they say of Charlestonians,
they are just like the Chinese; they worship their ancestors and eat rice every meal. I love rice, though
I grew up near Chicago.