There's an old story that's just starting to be told again in the Ozarks. Or maybe these days it's being told more loudly and by a new generation of young farmers and entrepreneurs. Isn't that the way most stories begin again?
I am my own publisher. My own journalist. My own editorial page. My own restaurant critic and book reviewer. It's never boring. Or if it is, I write a blog about being bored and get all sorts of fun suggestions.
I thought I had reached my limit when I saw (and ignored) ads in my Facebook feed promoting "sexy eyebrows." But then I read this: a headline for an article promising insight into what my belly button said about me. That may have actually pushed me to the edge.