
Food production in Kansas should not be torn apart by useless arguments
I want to tell you a story about why I, a non-farmer or rancher, fell in love with farmers and ranchers more than a decade ago. My son, Isaac McNary, and I tumbled out of the Andes in Colombia, South America, into an ancient Spanish city with cobblestone streets, adobe homes with wrought iron windows and doors, and a rainbow of multicolored bougainvillea cascading over the roof tops and down the side walls.