The Old Farmer I recently visited with an old farmer in a nursing home. At ninety-five, his body was beaten up from years of hard work, but his mind was still sharp as a tack. I took a look at his gnarled old hands and noticed both thumbs were missing. Thinking it might be a good conversation starter, I asked him what happened. With a faraway look in his eye, he told me how he … read more Newsletter #142—The Good Old Days