I'm in Newark, of all places, for a fertilizer conference. Which means I spend the weekend kissing ass in hopes of scoring five-percent discounts. You don't manage two thousand acres these days without sucking up to someone, be it suppliers or lobbyists or government lackeys. Fucking politics, man. This is what American farming has become.Read more of Andy Henion's story, "The Devil Wears Carhartt."
Next: Stephen D. Rogers's "Year of the Dragon"
Soon: Charles Gramlich with "Hunter’s Moon"