They Doubted His Pine Trees Until Nineteen Eighty Eight Proved Him Right

crooked rows across land that had once carried Black Angus cattle.

“Tom’s growing Christmas trees for cows,” Buck Harlan said one morning at Clay’s Feed and Seed, and the men around the coffee pot nearly spilled their cups.

It was April of 1982, and Miller’s Bend, Kansas, was not the sort of place where a man could do something different without every continue reading …