Giant bulldozers and excavators mowed them down. Limb by limb, cut down, chewed up, and spat out into piles of rubble. Like patients wearing hospital gowns with exposed buttocks, secluded communities bear it all to the elements. The trees that once covered rear decks and branches that shaded front porches are no more. Paradise Found Ten years ago, you bought…
Remembering the Last Farm in the North The farmer and the dog There was a message on a neighborhood website Nextdoor that a barking dog was loose on the farm. Someone suggested calling an animal shelter, and then the barking stopped. The farmer had passed away at 96, and the last family farm with the history of the county’s agricultural…