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July 2009 - Posts

  • Cell phones.

    I think cell phones have changed rural life more than any other invention of my lifetime.  As a boy growing up, not only were there no cell phones, we didn't even have private lines, we had party lines, 8 houses to a line, that later shrank to 4 until I was about 15 or 16 when technology allowed each household a private line.  There was quite a bit of temptation to eavesdrop on others during the party line days, and more than once news got out that the parties involved did not want out, often only half of it was true.  From time to time the phone company sent round letters about privacy and the like, they didn't do any good.  One of the oddities I remember about the party line was trying to ring someone on your line.  You had to dial the number, then hang up, of course it rang in your house too.  You just guessed how long it might take the party you were calling to answer, then you picked up, maybe they were there, maybe they weren't.  The other thing that would happen is someone would leave their phone off the hook.  When that happened, after a fashion the phone company had an automatic zinging sound that got louder and louder, if you happened within 5 feet of the phone you might hear it.  After about 30 minutes of that, the entire line went dead, until the phone was hung up and reset.

     Today, everybody has a phone.  Kids have phones, grannies, every school bus driver, policeman, everybody.  In a small town today, news travels like lightning.  Lots of times it isn't any more accurate than it was in the old days of the 8 party lines.  I live in a river valley about a mile wide, with two low water bridges between our town and about 2/3 of the land I operate.  After a big rain, such as we had today, the river goes over the bridges, blocking our access to the outside world unless we take a very out of the way trip, driving about 6 miles west and south then back east and then north, to go a half mile east.  With the high water we get limbs and entire trees blocking the bridges, until the county comes to remove them, sometimes several days later.  The four families living in our valley often resort to clearing the bridges themselves, as I am the youngest that frequently now falls to me.  I was pushing several medium sized trees off of the bridge this evening when my cell rang, my neighbor on the other side of the river rather excitedly told me he needed my help right away as his truck and sprayer were about to turn over...at least, that is what I thought he said.  I told him I was on the tractor and it would take a bit to get there, he said to hurry.  Fearing the worst and knowing the 3 mile trip by tractor would take a while(many of our tractors max out about 20) I began frantically punching numbers into the cell phone trying to rally other neighbors to the scene, only to find out I was still going to beat everyone else there.

    As I neared his farm, the reality of the situation became more clear.  He had what we call a blaster hooked to his tractor, that is a sprayer with one big nozzle and a blower that you use to spray, it blasts the spray out in one direction about 50 feet, it mounts on the 3 point.  It appeared he had not pinned one link on the 3 point, and when he turned the corner out of his driveway, the sprayer came unhitched partially, and the 75 gallon tank full of spray was about to go over backwards, the road was blocked, and he was struggling to move the 700 and some odd pound load back forward and down to rehitch the linkage by hand with his wife.  I used my tractor and loader and we managed to get things back together without dumping the spray.  Then, I had to get busy and call back the several guys who thought John was in his pickup and it was about to turn over to tell them, I was wrong.

    In spite of that, cell phones save more people every day I think than anything else around.  Fires get reported faster, as do heart attacks and accidents.  With the cell phone and internet, rural folks in the middle of nowhere are just as connected as city folks, and I think that is progress.

  • My day in court.

    After almost 2 years, my experience of being sued is over.  I won, sort of.  The issue for anyone who doesn't know involved a division fence between my home farm and the farm north of it.  The "townies" who bought the farm to the north 30 years ago when my grandfather owned this farm set about immediately to build new fence around the rest of their farm, but always neglected the division fence, leaving grandpa and later on me to do 100% of the upkeep.  For almost 15 years we had fought and bickered with the result being the same,they said they weren't doing any of the upkeep, and if I wanted a new fence I had to build it myself.

    Kansas fence law is very clear in this case, both of us were responsible to maintain the division fence in equal shares.  Their farm was pasture, they ran cattle on it for about 20 of the 30 years they owned it.  However, they built a two wire fence about 150 yards to the north of the property line, avoiding the trees and obstacles nearer the actual division fence.  A two wire fence is not a legal fence in Kansas, it wouldn't have mattered if it was, the fact still remains, adjoining landowners are both responsible to maintain a division fence.  Of course, just because the law says it is so, that doesn't mean it is easy to get someone to act within the law, without spending a small fortune. To further complicate matters, because almost all property in Kansas is laid out on a grid based on 640 acre one mile squares and their fractional square and rectangular divisions into 160 and 80 acre tracts, about 500 feet of the property line ran through the river.  The solution to this by previous owners many years ago was to put the east half of the division fence on the north side of the river bank, up high out of the flood plain, which is on the south side(my side). Another facet of this lawsuit was they wanted me to build a new division fence down the middle of a running river, something I consider to be impossible, their version was it was merely inconvenient to me, other than that they said there was no good reason the fence couldn't be built down the middle of the river.  I guess I should back up and say that in the fall of 2006 I decided rather than continue to fight over the fence and have cattle out all of the time, I should just build the fence myself, and pay for it.  I did just that using the standard practices we use here all of the time, I had a bulldozer clear the fenceline. 

    6 months later I got a demand letter asking for almost $40000 in damages, based on the trees lost and the cost of cleaning up the brush piles.  My reply was the fence could not have been built without clearing the trees, and the brush piles could be burned easily enough.  I thought that was the end of it, but shortly after my return from the UK in August of 2007 I was served with notice a suit had been filed, I spent 2 days the first week of December of 2008 in court, just last week I got the judgement.

    The judge found in my favor.  With regard to the east half of the fence the judge said "putting a tight five wire fence down through the channel of a running river is a practical impossibility in terms of keeping it from constantly washing out and coming apart", exactly what I had said.  His ruling was the division fence is to be kept on the north side of the river, just as it should be.  With regard to the value of the trees, their expert placed it at $9455 mine placed the value at $100.  The judge agreed with my expert, the tree value was $100,but went on to say that was immaterial because the trees had to be removed anyway in order to build the fence.  With regard to the brush piles the judge ruled they could be disposed of "by simply touching a match to the piles", nearly the exact words I used myself.  The judge summed up the entire situation "the plaintiffs' failure to assist in fence maintainence was the genesis of the problem.  Plaintiffs will not be awarded damages".

    That is all fine and good, he awarded me half the costs of replacing the fence, and believe me winning a lawsuit against you for $40000 is better than losing one, but I am still left with court costs, thank goodness my lawyer/landlord/ good friend will have a good degree of mercy on me.  What is too bad is how easy it is to be sued for doing your job by someone not doing theirs.  They may not win, but they can sure cause alot of trouble.

    Remarkably, yesterday I received an email from a lawyer in Wichita wanting a copy of my judgement ASAP.  Seems she is defending a fire department against a $55000 suit brought because they were assisting on a controlled burn that got out of hand and burned up some cedar trees(most of us work every year to get rid of cedar trees).  Seems the world is full of dummies willing to sue you.  That trial starts today and is in front of a jury, it is slated to run all week.  No wonder our nation is in so much financial trouble.

  • A fine way to go.

    My life isn't always about farming, a glance at my gallery will tell you that.  For about 16 years I have been an active member of what you would call the fire brigade.  Aside from fires we work a wreck every once in a while, storm spot, and even once searched for a missing child.  The latest addition to our equipment is a defib unit(can't spell the entire thing) to restart hearts.  Since our ambulance is also volunteer, at times they cannot raise a crew, so the fire service is paged out to heart attack victims. 

    We can go for weeks without a call, today at about 5pm I went to a housefire, then as I watched the end of our 10:30 news tonight the page went out for a heart attack call.  In small towns like ours you know nearly everyone, just some better than others, and this person I knew well, rather I knew his wife very well as she had been head cook at school both when I was in school, and on the school board, and had always been very kind to me.  I raced down the gravel road to the blacktop fearing the worst.  When I drove my pickup onto the green grass of their yard and saw our crew standing next to the porch, I knew one of two things had happened, either we were too late, or all was fine.  My query of "how'd we do??" was met by a very subdued "we were too late".  The 82 year old gentleman sat in a chair on his front porch, he did this each evening and watched the sun go down.  His grief stricken wife next to him. 

    America gets a bad rap in the world, that we are greedy, self indulgent, uncaring.  That is so far from the reality I grew up in and live now.  Our small town is not perfect, but like the thousands of small towns across America, we pull together.  Several folks from across the road had come running when they heard the wifes cries for help, and one of the men stood on the porch with his arms around her.  The firemen assembled there had all gone to school when the wife had been a cook, and all of us thought the world of her.  One by one we trudged up the steps and gave her a big hug and expressed our condolences.  Knowing from firsthand experience how thankful you are at a time like this for support, I was still unsure of what to say, my first thought popped out.."I know it is a shock, but you have to admit, this is a fine way to go".   His wife agreed, and through her tears smiled and said, "this is just the way he wanted it to be". 

    We stayed on this cool summer night until the mortician came.  Carefully we helped remove him, then stayed for a while offering any help we could, until some family arrived.  Whether or not this is appropriate to blog about I do not know, but it is on my mind right now as I have just arrived home, and I thought it worth sharing.  When you think about America, perhaps after seeing something on the BBC about the excesses over here, pause and try to visualize a moonlit night in a rural Kansas town, with an elderly man on his front porch having left on his final journey, and a dozen townspeople comforting his shocked wife.  That is the America so many of us live in. 

  • Relief.

    I have a great feeling of relief tonight.  Yesterday we finished seeding soybeans.  Some were after wheat, some were for the first time, some were for the second time, but every acre we are going to plant is in the ground.  Never in my life, not even last year which was plenty bad, has planting been this much of a headache.  We are lucky though because I do not have to go very far north or east(about a mile north and 4 east) to get to a great swath of land that was hailed out, and had to be planted over, other than the wheat which was ruined.  Some of our stands are less than ideal, I spent several hours yesterday evening with the drill patching in spots that had drowned out or washed out.  We have several days of rain forecast, it would be nice to pick up an inch because the corn is already showing alot of stress. 

    Our temperatures and humidity last week were nearly unbearable.  I spent the 4 days on the combine praying that the air conditioner didn't quit.  One evening I drilled beans until 10:30 pm after I finished a field of wheat, when I got off the tractor the temp was 90F with a humidity of about 60 % and not a whiff of breeze, that is really miserable weather.  Our days flirted with 100, but what made it so oppressive was the unbelievably high humidity.  A cold front came through last Saturday and washed some of that out, gave us a half inch of rain, and cooled temps into the high 80s.  Sunday felt so much better you just couldn't believe it. 

    The main task now is haying, I will not be turning a tap though for the next few days as we are celebrating my fathers July 1, 70th birthday Saturday evening in conjunction with the 4th, and then with a meal for many of his friends and cousins on Sunday.  I will spend tomorrow trying to make the lawn and farmyard presentable, and Saturday night I will be the chef grilling ribeye steaks for our entire family.  We hope to horrify vegetarians with our excessive meat consumption, and global warming zealots with the amount of smoke from both the grill and our fire works.

    July 4th to me always is the halfway mark of summer time.  Mrs. KF goes back to work in 30 days, from here on out rather than cussing rain we will more than likely be asking, "when will it rain??".  Our hottest weather is ahead of us, and in 60 days time we may well turn from lush green to a dusky brownish green.  July and August will now determine this crop, along with September, because everything is so late it will be especially vulnerable to frost.  We need nearly a perfect 75 days to raise any crop at all, and history has proven there are very few perfect July and Augusts in Kansas.

  • I can't get a UK visa.

    Out of curiousity I took the online assessment a minute ago to see if I would qualify for a UK work visa.  Mrs. KF and I both have university degrees, no criminal records, speak remarkably good English for foreigners, and are able to bring in excess of 3000 pounds of money with us, 3000 being the highest amount listed.  At any rate, at the close of the online assessment I was greeted with, "Sorry Brian, you do not qualify".   I am not knocking your nation, but I have to wonder what would make us good candidates to come to the UK, in the eyes of your government, for permanent residency. 

    It would be interesting if a couple of you over there gave our process a shot, just to see if you qualify.

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