My farm was formerly known as the place with no roof. After a 20 year spat with his wife, the previous owner, Clair Wagner, decided not to maintain it. In time, the windows fell out. A storm took the roof off. Newspapers kept the whether out. Small trees grew upstairs. I'm not kidding!
Clair stayed at the place, even after I worked to fix it. For a time, Clair slept in his station wagon, a Chrysler K-car, which provided more cover then the roofless home.
To old-timers, my place is the Billy Krick farm. Although I grew up next door, I did not know Billy Krick while he lived there. But I knew him later.
Billy Krick would come around in his run-down, old, maroon Chevy truck each day around supertime. Thats not dinner for the non-locals. Dinner is lunch.
My farm has come a long way back since then, but to Supervisor Justin Smith, that's a bad thing, or so he said in his email.
We shan't preserve and restore area farms. That's bad for the community. We should just pave them over. Let's get a Wal-Mart or a Wegman's. His words, not mine.
A transcript of my response delivered in June follows.