I sat in my pickup in the Wally-World parking lot this afternoon as my wife walked an empty buggy around the store for exercise. She prefers that to going to the mall where she’d have to take her cane in case her foot starts acting up. Sitting beside me was a one-ton flatbed with a load of ear-corn in the stake body of the bed. It seemed to me that I was seeing an awful lot of red cob amongst the yellow ears. At first, I assumed they’d picked the corn too dry and the picker had knocked a lot of the kernels off the small ends. Then, I realized that some ears were missing well over half their kernels. I’d guess that a full quarter of the kernels were missing on the load. I gradually became aware that something somewhere had been eating a lot of corn. Whether it was rats, pigeons or coons, I have no idea. And, I don’t know if the guy was buying or selling.
It felt sort of good, sitting there beside a once familiar scene. Back when I raised cattle and rabbits and had a horse, I would never have dreamed that a load of corn would become a rare sight around here. Time has certainly changed the way of life in this area. Farmers are few and far between, there’s only one dairy in the whole county and even corn fields aren’t that common, except for a few sections right along the Ohio River. As I sat there looking at a portion of the earth’s golden bounty piled on the little flatbed, I realized that I’d prefer not to eat that corn, or the animal that eventually eats it. There’s about a 99 percent chance that it’s GMO corn, and I’ve heard too many lies, and have too many unanswered questions about it to eat it any way but unknowingly (which we ALL do).
In a few minutes, a young couple came out of the store with a few items, put them in the truck and drove away. When I was their age, I never thought I’d have the concerns about food safety and farm-living that I do at this age. They seemed happy. I hope they always are. You can’t miss a time you never knew. These are THEIR “good ol’ days.” © 2013-