I enjoy writing, probably more than I enjoy reading, which is ironic given that it’s reading that serves as the prompt to ideas that turn into written words. Okay, so that’s deep enough!
Over the next several days I will post some additional thoughts on agriculture that deserve discussion. My goal is a national dialogue that will spur a change of culture in the United States as it relates to agriculture. In short, people need to be more informed and proactive about our agricultural production, not merely because it relates to the food we eat and the fiber we wear, but because America cannot afford to cede its food production to other nations.
First thing’s First…
My love for writing about agricultural issues started several years ago while on assignment for the Modoc Record in rural northeastern California. News began to break that farmers in California’s Tulelake Basin were going to be left without irrigation water for their crops. I spent nearly a day walking the streets of Tulelake (okay, so I only spent about 10 minutes because that’s how big the town is) introducing myself to various people and inviting myself onto their farms that day for the express purpose of uncovering what would become a rather large story that dealt with fish, the Klamath River and farmers.
I won’t go into the story here, but that was the impetus to my interest in agriculture as a journalist. I later wound up covering agriculture as a beat assignment writer in California’s agriculturally-rich Central Valley and later as the communications coordinator for a large county Farm Bureau organization in Central California.
As a journalist you learn to become self-taught on a variety of topics. Over time I imagine that many journalists gravitate towards issues that interest them: mine was agriculture and politics.
The purpose of this blog is to expose readers not merely to where their food and fiber comes from, but to engage the reader with the goal of spurring a purposeful quest to want to know more about where their food and fiber comes from and — this is vital as well — just what it takes to get it to the dinner table (or in today’s parlance: into the bag sitting next to you on the front seat of the car).