I’m trying to learn how a very bad, very tall man was able to simply walk out the front door of a jail.
Robert Skoglund
The humble Farmer: Press ‘1’ to be connected with absolutely nobody
As I try to settle my brother’s estate, state-of-the-art banking technology is no help at all.
The humble Farmer: The Great Dejunking, or trash versus treasure
The Almost Perfect Woman is a minimalist, but I can’t get anything done around the house without the odds and ends she calls ‘clutter.’
The humble Farmer: A bit of advice before you go …
Leaving a will that is at the mercy of a probate judge may not engender fond memories among your heirs.
The humble Farmer: Welcome to Wiley’s Corner. No slackers allowed (except me).
Though I’m still honing my coffee-brewing skills, my neighbors are gifted in fields from boatbuilding and illustration to surgery, car restoration and furniture making.
The humble Farmer: Questions that we do – and don’t – want the answer to
The former: Where Grandpa buried the family silver. The latter: What school food tastes like if it is made for a profit.
The humble Farmer: Living vicariously in a warm camper, not a cold house
This old man (who hates Maine winters) has been following his friends around Mexico with the aid of Google Maps.
The humble Farmer: Internet keeps my door open to the weird wide world
Two years into the pandemic, I can’t be the only one who has no idea what my friends’ voices sound like. But they have plenty to say online.
The humble Farmer: You’ll always find diversion in the checkout line
People watching, speculating on others’ purchases and answering the eternal question ‘Is bourbon whiskey?’ will pass the time in any store.
The humble Farmer: Ghosts of New Year’s Eves past, raucous and otherwise
Was your January first a lonesome one? At least you didn’t get your front teeth knocked out.