Baxter Black: On the Edge of Common Sense 4-4-11 |

Baxter Black: On the Edge of Common Sense 4-4-11

I was in North Dakota in early spring. The night before, the temperature was 3 degrees. That morning it had warmed up to 4. I walked into the giant Ag Expo building and made a circle of the trade show just visiting. I stopped at the booth of a man selling wood stoves.

“How are things goin’?” I asked,

“Well,” he said, shaking his head, “You know how things are.”

I DID know how things were. I’d been up north the month before. Everywhere I looked, prosperity reigned! The oil business was booming and had moved his home state into wealth. They could change their name to North Wyoming or Saudi Dakota!

I read unemployment was below 4 percent, banks were flush and the state treasury had a surplus. I thought maybe the vendor was seriously ill, was financing his daughter’s veterinary school education, or he’d been unable to winter in Acapulco because of the drug war.

“Is business bad?” I asked.

“Selling stoves in North Dakota in the middle of the winter?” he replied as if I was a moron. At least he didn’t say “Duh!”

I asked what he did in the summer. “I farm,” he said, “Corn, wheat and beans, and I run about 400 cows.”

“It looks like grain and beans are going to skyrocket in price, what with Russia’s famine and ethanol. And cattle are selling at record prices!” I said.

“Yeah, but you know how things go, something could happen,” he said, “the river might flood, there’s still time for a blizzard …”

Try as I might I couldn’t get him to say anything optimistic. I put myself in his place and tried to think up something positive like … “The new gate we hung that goes to the lower lot swings good, I made my rubber boots last longer by not wearing them outside, I discovered Plasti-Dip for my old pump plier handles, the doctor said I was only 20 pounds overweight, I finally finished reading Max Armstrong’s autobiography, my son is taking welding in Vo-Ag, we got a satellite dish so we can watch RFD-TV, the pipes didn’t freeze in the basement, I thought I wasn’t going to like my wife’s new car … but I do.”

But I said instead, “Accounting for the recession, I’d say you’re doin’ petty good.”

“Yeah, but … I have to live here,” he said.

“Well, just hang on,” I said, “And pray for global warming!”

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