When I was little, we lived on 8 acres and my mom had a horse. But when I was 7, my mom kicked my dad out, and then in order to feed us five kids, she got critters cheap or for free and raised them for food. We milked a cow, raised chickens, pigs and beef cattle. We heated our one-story house with w
Perfection is immutable. But for things imperfect, change is the way to perfect them.
I'm always interested in looking forward toward the future. Carving out new ways of looking at things.

