Sometimes our discussions are not so ivory tower. Today, those of us who grew up on farms were reminiscing about pitching manure. The lead in to this mundane recall came from one colleague's earlier research on the impact of animal agriculture on phosphorous run off into our streams and its influence on water quality. Last night I had a dream about pitching manure out of the barnyard of my home farm when I was a boy in upstate New York. A colleague who grew up in the state of Washington on the other side of our nation related a similar experience of pitching manure by hand. An interesting common thread of our mutual existence. What a leap of existence it has been for many of my current social circle of Cornell geezers to go from farm to academia. Five of the seven colleagues that I interacted with today are first generation off the farm people.
|Pitching Manure by Hand From the Stable|