It’s time for Husker Harvest Days and, this year, I won’t be going. I can’t say that I will be crying real tears, but it has become a bit of a family tradition. We didn’t go every year, but we didn’t skip too many. I used to call it our state fair.
The kids liked it as much as we did. They could climb up into as many tractors and combines and pickup trucks as they liked. They got to go inside a…