I hate peas. It’s not the taste, it’s the texture. When I was a child, I would dutifully eat my peas. However, they would lodge in my gullet, my throat reflexively rejecting the fluorescent squishy spheres. I would chase the peas around my plate hoping, in vain, that the peas would tire of my harassment and evaporate from my plate.

Time is different in the city. City dwellers have watches, clocks and bell towers. We in rural America rely on the sun. If you arrive a second past an agreed-upon time in the city, you are late. If you arrive a second past an agreed-upon time in the country, you will wait on the other person.

Have you read the Biblical creation story in the Book of Genesis? My favorite part is the description of Adam in the Garden of Eden. With a lonely Adam firmly ensconced in his garden paradise, God entrusted Adam with one task: name everything that God created.

Once I was working at a concession stand when a person ordered a hot dog and then asked, “Are these hot dogs kosher?” “It’s a hot dog! Someone should certainly pray over every hot dog,” is what I thought, but a simple “no” is what I answered.

Memorizing the acts of parturition for various animal species is a fun piece of trivia for animal scientists. Horses … Foaling. Cattle … Calving. Sheep … Lambing. These are the obvious ones. Do you know the act of parturition for pigs? Was your answer farrowing?

There are millions of ignorant youth that confidently express “facts” about agriculture with the zeal of the town drunk explaining the health benefits of alcohol. Let’s take a look at some of these “facts."