Patio Pondering: Witnessing Influence Close to Home

This morning’s coffee is hot and strong, and the view from the patio is a mix of mist and sunshine—a promise of a good day here in NE Indiana.

My social media and podcast feeds are full of Charlie Kirk. Some posts reminisce about his influence, others speculate about the circumstances of his death. Truth be told, I didn’t know much about him beyond the occasional clip on television or online. I’m old enough to be his father, and I was never his target audience.

What struck me yesterday, though, was how many young people in my own life—including my children—posted about him. Some celebrated his work, others grieved his loss. Until then, I had no idea how much his voice had mattered right here, close to home.

In recent months I’ve attended funerals that spanned generations: the heartbreak of a teenager’s life cut short, the celebration of a centenarian who began life with a horse and buggy. Each left me reflecting on influence, legacy, and what we leave behind. Charlie’s passing is different for me—not because I knew him, but because I didn’t, and yet I’m now seeing the echoes of his influence in the people around me.

I may never fully understand why his voice carried so much weight for the young people in my life, but I cannot ignore the depth of their reaction. His passing reminds me that influence is not always visible until it is gone. Perhaps this is one of those moments that will nudge them to stand taller, to seek what is steady and true in a world that often chases noise. I’ll be watching with curiosity—and maybe even hope—to see what comes of it.

Patio Pondering: Resolve Belongs to Today

This morning I was struck with the mass and beauty of the sunflowers in our backyard landscaping. What inspires me is that the plant was blown over during a storm this summer. The main stem now lies on the ground, but instead of withering, it adapted by sending up new shoots and producing a cluster of bright yellow blooms. Sometimes resilience isn’t shown by standing tall, but in finding new ways to grow and thrive.

As I sit here drinking my coffee, the weight of this date presses in. Twenty-four years ago, we were stunned by the senseless attacks on our nation. Yesterday brought another senseless act, the murder of a rising conservative voice, someone many thought had a bright future. Violence once again took away lives and potential, leaving grief and unanswered questions.

And yet, life presses forward. Here I sit at the computer, working on promotions for my consulting and speaking venture. Part of me feels selfish focusing on myself today. But perhaps the sunflower offers the reminder: life adapts, even after being knocked flat.

As I drove back from the school drop-off line, I tried to find a topic to reflect on, but nothing broke through the memories of 2001 and this morning’s headlines. Today asks us to hold two things at once: grief for what was lost and determination for what lies ahead. The way we live, work, and press forward becomes a memorial of its own. Evil only wins when we stop pushing, stop growing, even when knocked down. Critiques and complaints can wait. Resolve belongs to today.

Patio Pondering: Hiding in Plain Sight — Pork, the Best Value in the Meat Case

This morning I stepped out onto the patio to enjoy my coffee and the fall-like chill in the air, only to find part of our flock of sheep grazing in the backyard. They weren’t supposed to be there. My morning plans changed before the day even started.

Earlier this morning, when returning from the school drop-off line, my mind returned to a recent shopping trip to Costco. The memory stuck with me: boneless center-cut pork chops at $2.99 a pound, whole boneless pork loins at $2.29 a pound. And just across the aisle? Beef New York Strips for $16.99 a pound.

As I thought about my trip to the meat case, I was hit with two questions. First, why are we as the pork industry not shouting about the great value pork offers compared to all-time high beef prices? Second, why are pork prices so low when beef prices are at all-time highs? As pork producers recover some of the equity they’ve lost over the past few years, those questions feel more important than ever.

Here’s the part that kept circling in my head: why isn’t anyone telling families about this? For households watching grocery bills climb, pork is a protein bargain hiding in plain sight. You can put high-quality meals on the table without draining your wallet.

Pork is so cheap that you can grind a whole loin and you’ve got ground pork that stacks up just fine against hamburger at a fraction of the cost. Meanwhile, the pork industry seems more interested in clever slogans than in shouting this simple truth from the rooftops: pork is the best value in the meat case today. Maybe the industry should tweak its new campaign to say, “Taste What Pork Can Do Without Draining Your Wallet.”

Just like my sheep that wandered where they shouldn’t be, pork value has wandered into the wrong place too — sitting there quietly in the case when it should be front and center. Maybe it’s time we in the pork industry start pushing to consumers what we already know: pork is the best value in the meat case, regardless of marketing campaigns or slogans.

Patio Pondering: A Year of Showing Up

This morning dawned with steam rolling off the pond, the air sharp after one of the coldest nights of the season. I brewed my coffee stronger than usual to chase off the cobwebs and sat down to take it in.

Today is a special day: one year ago, Patio Pondering was born. At first, it was nothing more than a therapist’s nudge to help me recover from the loss of my swine nutritionist job of 12 years. I simply wanted something to stir my brain each morning. For years, I carried unspoken reflections, boxed in as “just the swine nutritionist,” but once I gave myself permission to write, those thoughts took flight. What began as therapy has since become a blog, a podcast, and new opportunities I never imagined.

Over the past year, I’ve written 234 reflections. I’ve touched on leadership, both the kind that inspires and the kind that wounds. I’ve written about the realities of job searching in 2025, and the everyday ways agriculture shapes our lives. I’ve shared about my sobriety journey, the quiet lessons of resilience, and how leadership isn’t tied to a title. And I’ve written on many other topics too, often with no idea what that day’s reflection would be until I poured my coffee and walked out to the patio. That simple ritual reminded me that inspiration doesn’t always arrive with a plan, but it always shows up if you give it space.

My process has shifted too. At first, I was just getting words on a page. Now, I watch for sparks in daily life and shape them into reflections with the help of AI tools. Along the way, I’ve built not just a rhythm of writing, but a blog, a podcast, and even a speaking platform. My Patio Ponderings have also found their way into the pages of our local newspaper, connecting me with neighbors in a whole new way.

But the biggest surprise is how this practice has worked inward as much as outward. Even when I write about themes that outwardly apply to the broader world, I often find myself reflecting on how those same themes apply to me. Those moments of turning inward have been just as valuable as sharing outwardly, slowly reshaping how I see myself and what I might offer. My reflections over the past year opened my eyes to the possibility of putting out my own shingle as a consultant, speaker, and writer for the swine industry, and for agriculture more broadly. What started as therapy has grown into clarity about the paths still ahead of me.

Two things, though, haven’t changed: every piece is grounded in my own perspective, and every one is paired with a photo from our backyard. Watching the seasons change in those images has been a reminder that growth often comes quietly, one day at a time.

This morning, as I watched the steam roll off the pond in the chill of early September, I was reminded that change and continuity live side by side. One year of Patio Ponderings is behind me, and I don’t know exactly where the next year will lead. What I do know is that showing up with words each day has already carried me further than I ever expected.

Here’s to another year of reflection, conversation, and discovery—wherever the path may lead.

Patio Pondering: The Transition Ag Doesn’t Talk About

As I poured my coffee on the patio this morning, enjoying the cool air, a notification popped up for a new estate auction. I planned to glance at it quickly and return to my morning, but when I saw it was a farmhouse estate sale for a family friend, I kept scrolling.

There were 320 lots. That’s a mountain of things to sell. I’ve heard from the family how overwhelming it’s been—both emotionally and physically—to sort, clean, and prepare.

Scrolling through antiques, household goods, and even brand-new items never used, I felt a mix of emotions. Some pieces clearly came from generations before; others were recent purchases. The contrast struck me. This is the hard part of closing out estates from the Silent and Baby Boomer generations, especially farm estates: deciding what to save, what to sell, and what to throw in the dumpster.

Typically, farm estates are tied to long-term lives—in this case, almost 60 years in the same house. That makes it different from simply selling mom’s furniture and moving on. The weight of history hangs heavier when it’s layered into a farmhouse that held not just possessions, but a family’s entire way of life.

Having been through a smaller estate sale myself, I know how it goes. At first, you hold each item, look it over, maybe share a memory. But eventually, the piles of “keep, sell, junk” grow, and the storytelling fades. By the end you find yourself saying more often, “Why did they save this junk?” as you slogged through the detritus of your family’s life, deciding to junk things they thought were important at one time.

The emotions heirs have as they go through estates tax you mentally and physically. Seeing things from your childhood, things that helped shape you, brings back memories and experiences. Other things dredge up emotions that hurt—items that show a person’s mental demise—and you find yourself asking again and again, “Why did they buy this?” the deeper you get into “cleaning.”

In agriculture, we talk a lot about transition planning: legal documents, succession plans, dividing farms and equipment. But we never talk about dealing with the personal items, the things used every day that often had more of an impact than the land or machinery. No one prepares you for that task.

A friend texted me recently after another loss I wrote about yesterday: “Not sure how the years have gone by so fast and we are at this point in life.”

That line has stayed with me. I’m beginning the part of life where the birth of grandchildren and the passing of parents seem to overlap more often. It’s a reminder that while we can plan for the big transitions, it’s the small, ordinary things—the coffee cups, the tools, the quilts—that carry the real stories. But remembering those stories doesn’t make the work any easier. In the end, you still find yourself filling the dumpster, deciding what stays, what goes, and what gets forgotten.

Patio Pondering: The Power of Presence

This morning, I am alone on the patio, alone with my thoughts and the sounds of birds and insects over the babbling of our backyard water feature. The leaves glisten with moisture from last night’s rain, and the air hangs heavy with humidity. The solitude brings calm, but also space to reflect on memories stirred up yesterday.

Yesterday I attended the funeral of a man who once scared the dickens out of me, Butch Wygant. His dark glasses, his few words, and the way he seemed to look straight through you; it was intimidating. Only later did I realize I was in the presence of a strong, loyal, kind, and loving man. At the time, he was simply protecting his daughter from the dangers of teenage boys like me.

I first knew Butch as a 4-H leader on the Allen County board, but I did not really spend time with him until I began dating his daughter in the late 80s. That’s when I was welcomed into his and Elsie’s home as Sasha’s date, then boyfriend. Even after using the hokiest of pickup lines—“You don’t look a thing like your father”—she still let me stick around. We fished together, traveled to Schaffer’s to buy boars, and shared the ordinary moments that come when you are dating into a family.

When my journey through life parted from his, he and Elsie would cross my mind from time to time with little remembrances of happy moments, parent-like guidance, and Elsie’s delicious cream puffs. When my family and I returned to Indiana, I stopped to visit a few times on my many trips across the state. My regret is that I did not turn off US 24 more often, especially as Father Time pulled at Butch’s days here on Earth.

It wasn’t until his funeral that I began to grasp the full weight of his life. This was not a service of empty words from a pastor who barely knew the deceased. It was a true celebration, filled with stories from students, athletes, friends, and family, stretching back to 1962 when he began teaching.

Back then, I only saw him as “Sasha’s dad.” I was focused on movies, Pizza Hut, and who else might be joining us. A time or two, I should have been focused on the gas gauge, too. I was not truly present with him, not in the way that mattered, not in the way he was celebrated today.

Hearing the stories filled in the picture of a man who shaped countless lives in the classroom, on the playing field, and through extracurricular activities. And the hug I received from Elsie reminded me that even after 35 years, I still hold a place with them. It reminded me of the power of presence; his with me then, and mine with them now.

Over the past year I vowed to attend funerals of friends and family. It’s not always easy to walk into those rooms when you’re only a shirt-tail relation, a long-lost friend, or someone who used to be there. But I see it as a sign of respect, a way to honor a life; a simple “thank you” for being important to me in some way. Yesterday, sitting with the parents of my best friend from high school and college, I realized I will be attending more of these as time goes on. I may be on the edge of the circle, but I still showed up. Because showing up matters.

So, my plea is simple: don’t wait until the funeral to realize what someone meant. Give yourself permission to visit, to stop in, to be present with the people who matter while there’s still time. Take the time. Visit. Attend. Show up.

As Sasha said in her reflection yesterday: take the time to be PRESENT.

Patio Pondering: Facing Truth in the Data

The weather off the patio is beautiful this morning. The late summer flowers are basking in the morning sun, and the dew sparkles like little diamonds across the leaves.

Last night I had a conversation with a friend about changes in an organization we were both members of previously. They shared highlights from a meeting where one member laid out a situation with a simple, cogent discussion that put the details in terms anyone could understand. The presentation used facts, numbers, and offered an obvious conclusion. My friend expected the discussion to be full of agreement. Instead, she was dumbfounded by the refusal of the entire committee to see the truth in the data—the truth that this organization was dying, perhaps already dead, just waiting on the death certificate.

After our conversation, I thought about how often this happens in the business world, when teams, committees, or boards refuse to accept the data. I’ve been in some of those meetings, where the answer was obvious, like the flashing Blue Light in K-Mart we Gen Xers remember from childhood. Yet the decisions made ignored the truth.

I get it. Facing facts that disagree with your opinion or plans is difficult, especially when the consequences of accepting the truth will affect you or the business negatively.

My question to my readers today is twofold:

1. How do you open your heart to being open to the truth and drop your preconceived notions?

How do you communicate that potential bad news to your team?

Patio Pondering: Turning the Calendar

As the calendar and seasons change, it’s good for us to pause and reflect.

The first morning of meteorological fall dawned with a heavy dew, and I was quick to check the forecast after all the hype about cold temperatures and even talk of snow and frost across the Midwest.

I don’t have any big revelations today. Just this reminder: with summer behind us and fall underway, give your best to the season you’re in. Each one brings its own challenges and opportunities — and each one deserves our full effort.

Patio Pondering: The More You Know (The Less You Really Do)

It is a beautiful morning on the patio. The sun is dawning brightly, the day promises to be a good one, and my coffee—though a common blend—hits the spot with just the right mix of bitterness.

On my trip to and from school I listened to a podcast hosted by Vance Crowe. Around the thirty-minute mark, I had to stop, rewind, listen again, and even mark the time. Something in the discussion struck a nerve.

Vance was calling out someone who thought they understood Bitcoin but didn’t. As I listened, I realized he wasn’t just talking about Bitcoin. He was describing that familiar character we all know: the know-it-all. The person who drones on with surface-level knowledge, so confident that people eventually tune them out. The danger is, once that happens, their credibility is gone, even in the areas where they may truly have valuable expertise.

That thought hit close to home. With a Ph.D. and decades of experience in swine nutrition and agriculture, I know how easily the letters behind my name can be misunderstood. Some expect me to have an answer for everything. Others assume I think I do. The truth is, sometimes my knowledge runs deep, sometimes it’s only surface-level, and other times I know nothing at all about a topic. My struggle is in finding that balance: sharing what I know with confidence without crossing into the territory of the know-it-all.

For all of us, regardless of our educational credentials, recognizing how easily we can slip into know-it-all territory when we research or speak on a topic should remind us to be more thorough in our quest for truth and knowledge, and cautious in how we share our newfound knowledge. But we don’t want to let the fear of that badge keep us from sharing what we know, so long as we craft it properly.

There’s an irony to knowledge: the deeper we go, the more we realize how much we don’t know. True expertise often brings humility. But a little knowledge, just enough to skim the surface, can give us the false confidence to shout it to the world.

This tension isn’t new. Thinkers have wrestled with the value and danger of knowledge for centuries. Sir Francis Bacon reminded us in the 1500s that “knowledge is power.” Yet, two centuries later, the poet Alexander Pope cautioned, “a little learning is a dangerous thing.” Titles and degrees aside, the truth lies in the space between their words. Deep, hard-won knowledge can guide and strengthen. But shallow knowledge, delivered with too much confidence, can do real harm.

Our challenge is to walk that thin line: generous with what we know, careful with what we don’t, and mindful of how our words land. Not to stay silent out of fear, but to share responsibly, with humility and conviction.

Patio Pondering: When ABCs and 123s Replace Real Conversations

This morning broke with unseasonably cool temperatures. Instead of the dog days of summer, with heat and humidity pressing in, we left the house in sweatshirts, seat warmers on for my morning Soccer Dad duties. Now my coffee is hot here on the patio, the sun is shining through the mist rising off the pond and yard, and my thoughts are churning.

Last night, while working on promotional plans for the next 90 days, I scrolled through LinkedIn. A job suggestion for a Sales Manager role popped up. Reading the description, two things struck me: first, the wall of acronyms like KPI and ROI. Second, the heavy reliance on performance metrics to define success. What was missing was just as loud: communication.

And that absence struck a chord with me, because the times I grew most in my career were under bosses who communicated regularly. That’s not coincidence.

I remember a line that should have been a red flag: “If you don’t send me that report, I can’t tell my boss what you are doing.”

But a report is one-way communication, just words and numbers in a spreadsheet easily manipulated and fabricated. In the absence of real communication, we fall victim to what I recently wrote about: rumors and misinformation spoken behind closed doors becoming truth. What I needed were two-way conversations, monthly one-on-ones that were never honored. Like a good podcast interview, the real insights come when you ask, listen, and exchange ideas.

Too often, we make decisions about people, marketing plans, or sales objectives based only on numbers. KPI. ROI. Sales calls per sale. A whole alphabet soup of metrics. The problem is those numbers assume everyone communicates and performs the same way. They don’t. Some thrive on reports; others need conversation. Reports are a one-way street, capturing results but not nuance. Real conversations, like the kind I have on my podcast, reveal the person behind them.

Imagine the strength of our decisions if we paired metrics with conversations; if we actually looked at the person in personnel.

Patio Pondering: Betty Crocker Didn’t Cook the Books Like This!

I try to keep my writings under Patio Pondering reflective, leading readers to pause and think for themselves. Today’s writing is different. It is not reflective. It is an exposé of what I have uncovered while digging into the public records of the Northeast Allen Fire Territory funds; funds that should have been returned to Springfield, Cedar Creek, and Scipio Townships, along with Leo-Cedarville and Grabill, when the Fire Territory disbanded on December 31, 2023, more than 19 months ago.

In a Patio Pondering I published on August 12, I raised questions about payments listed under DeWitt Consulting LLC, more than $56,000 from Fire Territory funds recorded as “personal services.” At least, that is what the report showed when I printed and saved it on June 10, 2025.

After learning that the Springfield Township Advisory Board had hired an attorney to examine potentially questionable activities with Fire Territory funds, I decided to look again. In the early morning hours of August 20, I ran new queries on the Gateway public data site. To my surprise, I could no longer find DeWitt Consulting listed. The same account number, 1671, that previously showed DeWitt Consulting LLC was now tied to an individual: Lori L. DeWitt.

Two different report types, Disbursements by Vendor and the Annual Financial Report, confirmed the change. Both now show two transactions linked to Lori L. DeWitt: one for $56,053.47 in Personal Services and one for $1,250 in Supplies. In addition, another $6,591.30 in Personal Services was recorded separately under her name and had also appeared in earlier reports. How does a vendor go from zero transactions in 2023 to $63,922 worth of services after the territory was closed?

The reason Lori DeWitt is important to the taxpayers of Northeast Allen County is that she is one of the three elected members of the Springfield Township Board and also serves as the office administrator for the Cedar Creek Township Trustee. Taxpayers in Springfield Township should be asking why she is being paid from funds the Advisory Board, the Trustee, and others have spent the past year fighting to have returned.

What really caught my attention was a detail on the opening page of the reports. The data had been modified at 1:06 p.m. on August 12, 2025. That was the same day my Patio Pondering questioning DeWitt Consulting went live on social media and in the East Allen Courier.

As I kept digging, I found two other vendors whose listings had changed between the June 10 version I saved and what now appears online. “JAKE,” with transactions totaling $47,465, is now listed as “Just Do It LLC.” “Steve Muncie,” whose transactions had appeared previously, is now shown as “D & B Services LLC.” A little searching shows a familial link between D & B Services and Lori L. DeWitt. Searches for “Just Do It LLC” do not lead to logical businesses one would expect to provide nearly $47,500 worth of services to a Fire Territory.

I am a simple man who makes a living with pigs, but something does not add up. Public records do not normally change months after the fact. Vendor names do not morph from individuals into LLCs or vice versa without explanation. Taxpayers should not have to wonder whether the reports they see today will be different tomorrow.

This is not just about numbers on a spreadsheet. It is about trust, accountability, and whether public money is being handled as promised. I know some funds were sent to the townships by Cedar Creek, but my math says there should have been more. Where did the rest of the money go? The transactions I uncovered may be only the tip of the iceberg of questionable spending; money used for purposes other than the fire protection that the citizens of northeast Allen County paid for with their hard-earned tax dollars.

Patio Pondering: Critical Thinking, Situational Awareness, Problem Solving—Oh My!!!

We tried to teach these skills to our children through their experiences and activities. I’ll admit we were better at it with our youngest than with our older two. What can I say; experience pays.

This morning’s Little Red Barn Podcast with my friend Ryan Martin was the final log on the fire for today’s reflection, but I’ve been chewing on this for a few days. My coffee is hot and strong, the weather crisp and fall-like, and my mind is full of thoughts about how these skills seem to be fading in our world.

The first spark came last week in the pickup line at Leo High School. Situational awareness was nowhere to be found. A parent turned into the first lane of the lot to grab their child. The problem? That blocked everyone behind them, which backed traffic onto the road, which in turn blocked the lot’s exit. Eventually someone backed up to unclog the mess. Two days later, same scenario, different driver. Apparently “blackout mode” in a Yukon absolves you from paying attention.

Then today, as Ryan was scolding AI for damaging critical thinking, a mother stopped in the middle of the main road after a policeman released a line of cars. She froze, flashed her lights, and started waving me across like she was deputized as a traffic officer. The issue? Cars behind her had to lock their brakes and traffic stacked up again. She ignored both training and logic; critical thinking gave way to impulse.

Ryan’s point about AI struck me: maybe it isn’t that AI is hurting critical thinking, maybe it’s that many people never really developed those skills in the first place. We’ve stopped putting our kids in situations where they must weigh consequences, test their decisions, and see how their actions ripple into the lives around them.

If we never make kids, or ourselves, practice awareness and critical thinking, why are we surprised when those skills are missing at crunch time?

Patio Pondering: Decisions in the Quicksand of Information

This morning, as I mapped out my mental to-do list over coffee on the patio, the cooler air was a welcome change from much of this summer’s heat. Along with “soccer mom” duties for my son’s marching band, my thoughts kept circling back to today’s Pro Farmer corn and soybean yield projections.

Yesterday, I reflected on how we use information to grow. But since then, I’ve been struck by a different challenge: the fear of acting, even when we have information in hand.

Every day I listen to marketing voices ranging from Joe Vaclavik to Chip Flory, the University of Illinois, the Commstock Group, and many others. Yet, despite all those insights, I often hesitate to pull the trigger on a marketing decision. Too often I catch myself thinking, “It has to get better,” whether we’re trading near the lows or flirting with the highs.

The same dynamic shows up beyond grain marketing in our workplaces and homes. How do we work with our teams, colleagues, and families to make decisions with the information already available? How do we empower one another to step into the unknown when we already know so much?

Decision-making can feel like quicksand, the stuff Gen X kids like me feared in Saturday morning cartoons. Breaking free of the “I know, but what if…” mindset takes courage, trust, and sometimes a little nudge from those around us — but once we do, the momentum can change everything for ourselves, for our teams, and for those who depend on us.

I’ll be tuned to AgriTalk PM this afternoon to hear the Pro Farmer yield projections, just like I have for many years. Maybe this year I’ll use it to make a decision beyond no-decision.

What is your “Pro Farmer information,” the data, insight, or perspective that could impact your business or family? And more importantly, how will you use it to make a decision?

Patio Pondering: What Do We Really Know?

Today is the last day of the Pro Farmer Midwest Crop Tour, and I’m starting a little later than usual after working on the computer late into the night. A cup of coffee on the patio is giving me the recharge I need.

As I scrolled through updates this morning, I noticed fewer posts about the tour on X/Twitter than in past years. Still, the pictures and reports all point in one direction: this is a big crop. The real question is, how big? Defining “big” may sound simple, yet the industry has debated that word for decades. It reminds me of President Clinton’s famous exchange over the definition of “is.”

In agriculture, good data and transparency are supposed to be our compass. Yet too often, information lags behind reality. Farmers remember all too well when USDA revises crop size estimates a year or two later with the quiet admission: “We were wrong.” By then, prices have already been set based on the faulty information. Profits were shaped by numbers that didn’t reflect the crop in the bin.

It makes me wonder: how do we handle information in our own businesses and workplaces? Do we use it as leverage in an “I know something you don’t know” way, or do we share it to help the whole team advance and win?

We talk about living in the Information Age, but if the data is incomplete, delayed, or flawed, are we really making informed decisions—or just reacting to interpretations that may miss the mark?

How do you make sure the information you rely on is accurate and used to move everyone forward, not just yourself?

Patio Pondering: Take Heed, the Sailors Were Right!

I woke this morning to a red haze through the window, reminding me of the old phrase: “Red sky in morning, sailor take warning.”

I quickly dressed, closed up barns, moved the patio furniture under roof, and made sure we were ready in case a storm rolled through. We ended up with only half an inch of rain and no wind.

As I sat with my coffee after that bumblebee flight of preparations, I thought about how we often face “red sky warnings” in the workplace.

During an interview yesterday I was asked: “When in the past did you feel you needed to leave your job?” That question pulled me back to moments in my career when the warning signs were there, but I ignored them. Times when I should have paid closer attention to the signals and tested the job market waters.

How we respond to those warnings often depends on our tolerance for risk and our comfort zone. The challenge is knowing when to act and when to stay the course.

So I wonder: how do you take the “red sky warnings” in your career and turn them into opportunities for growth?

Patio Pondering: A Peek Behind the Curtain

This morning I enjoyed coffee on the patio with my daughter and son-in-law. They made the trip to northeast Indiana for a bridal shower and to spend time with us before harvest, and more importantly, before the birth of their first child.

As we sipped our coffee, we talked crops. They were getting rain back on their farm in Nebraska, and we discussed what the Pro Farmer Crop Tour might uncover as it started today.

After they left for the Cornhusker State, I thought back to our conversation. The crop tour gives agriculture a glimpse of what the U.S. corn and soybean crop might really be, pulling the curtain back on the Wizard behind the levers of the Great Oz.

I’ve written about this before, usually in the context of leadership, but how often do we face the consequences of someone playing the “I know something you don’t know” game? It could be a manager at work, a busy-body in the office, a person in your personal life, or even decision-makers setting the prices that impact your bottom line.

Every year, the Pro Farmer Crop Tour stirs debate. Some say it’s good for the industry. Others grumble, “It’s just trespassing,” or “They’ll report whatever USDA wants.” Personally, I watch for the trends, what’s different this year compared to the past, and for the field pictures that give the regular guy a peek behind that velvet curtain in Emerald City.

Where have you been on the wrong side of “I know something you don’t know”? And more importantly, how are you working to change that environment where you are? 

Patio Pondering: Socrates in the Sheep Barn and the High Plains

It’s another humid August morning here in Northeast Indiana. I am on the patio with a cup of coffee, looking across the landscape at the well-washed oat straw my neighbors have been trying to bale for the past couple of weeks.

My thoughts drift back to a recent podcast conversation with Jerod McDaniel and how his contrarian views offer fresh ways of thinking. It reminds me of something I learned from Mr. Wittenberg in my high school critical thinking class, the Socratic method. You take the opposite position to spark argument or discussion. You may not believe that position; you take it for debate’s sake. In Jerod’s case, it is not an act. He genuinely sees things differently. To some, that is frustrating. To others, it is refreshing.

That thought carried me to the sheep barn at the Indiana State Fair, where I watched class after class of showmen. Every one of them had the same crouch, the same stance, the same push on their lamb, and the same stare at the judge. It made me wonder how anyone could stand out when everyone looked the same.

I thought of our friend Luke Leo, one of the first to develop that low-legged, sprawled-out crouch to show a lamb. Back then, he stood out. Today, he would blend in. Jerod is like Luke was then, seeing the same set of facts as everyone else but reaching conclusions that are entirely his own.

The refreshing part is not about enjoying disagreement. It is about having someone who sparks discussion and makes us step off the worn path simply because everyone else is on it.

Maybe these are heavy thoughts for a morning coffee, but where in your life could you be the contrarian? Where could you look at the same problem from a different angle and find the refreshing answer?

Patio Pondering: The Checks are Coming, But Should We Cash Them?

Another August morning dawns hazy and humid here on the patio, a theme the weather seems determined to repeat this month. As I sip my coffee, my thoughts drift to fiscal management and how the way money is handled can affect people both directly and indirectly.

On July 30, the Cedar Creek Township Advisory Board passed Resolution 25-01-07, agreeing to return funds to the participating units of the former Northeast Allen Fire Territory. On the surface, this looks like a win for the people of Northeast Allen County. But is it?

After reviewing the 2024 financial records available on Indiana Gateway, my math does not align with the figures outlined in Resolution 25-01-07. More concerning, there are still expenses being recorded against the Northeast Allen Fire Territory accounts even though the territory was dissolved more than 18 months ago and replaced by a new fire protection district. That raises questions not only about the resolution’s accuracy but also about the ongoing use of funds tied to an entity that no longer exists.

For example, payments included $57,250 to Dewitt Consulting for services rendered to the defunct entity, nearly $29,000 to someone listed only as “John Hancock” for “personal services,” and $27,515 to an individual listed simply as “Jake.” These are not small figures and they deserve explanation.

The board also approved a debit against Cedar Creek Township’s portion of the disbursement to cover the $360,000 used to purchase the new township trustee office. That transaction should raise serious questions for taxpayers, as it used Fire Equipment funds to buy a government office building. Was this an appropriate use of funds designated for fire protection? And if this was essentially an internal loan, will we now see a resolution to cover a year’s worth of interest on what amounts to an interest-free loan to the township?

Some may see the passing of Resolution 25-01-07 as closure. I do not. We owe it to our community to ask: Where did the rest of the money go? And why has the trustee not provided full transparency into these transactions?

These questions deserve answers, not just for accountability, but for the trust and integrity of our local governance. I hope we see that clarity soon. And I hope voters remember these unanswered questions in 2026.

𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨 𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

This morning I’m enjoying my cup of coffee on the patio, watching another hazy, humid sunrise with the promise of another hot, steamy day here in Northeast Indiana.

The last two weeks were filled with the usual mix of normal activities, punctuated by showing lambs and pigs at the Indiana State Fair and the start of a new school year. Mother Nature threw in a monkey wrench with a rain shower that disrupted our “perfect” plan to make hay before our last trip to Indianapolis. We adjusted schedules, got the hay baled, and into storage. Sometimes you have to adapt when the plan is forced to change, and we did just that.

Last night I watched the Supreme Female Celebration from the Indiana State Fair thanks to livestreaming and celebrated virtually as the son of one of my second cousins took home the Grand Champion Gilt banner from the dirt in the Coliseum. What an honor for him and his family. This young man has worked hard with his gilt and the pigs he’s shown in past years, continually adjusting his plan to get the most out of them.

As I see the celebrations of their win filling my social media feed, I can’t help but think about the plan this family followed with that gilt. Would my cousin’s son have garnered the purple banner last night if he was simply told, “Just do it because I told you,” instead of knowing how the work he did every day fit into the process: the plan to reach the goal of standing on the dirt in the Coliseum at the State Fair?

Clarity matters: in the show ring and in the workplace. Yet how many of you go through your day without knowing where you fit in the plan, how your work applies to the process, or even what the goal is? How can we do better at sharing the plan and the goals? Or are we just at the mercy of those in power who know something we don’t? In this era of information overload, shouldn’t some of that information reach the people who are collectively striving to reach the goal?

𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨 𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞

Another hazy morning brought to us by our friends to the north. Thank you, Canada, for the forest fire smoke.

We got home late last night from the first weekend of showing at the Indiana State Fair. No banners made the trip back, but we came home with plenty of memories and lessons.

As I sit here, I keep kicking myself for not speaking up.

I watched a parent smack an animal multiple times in an effort to get it to cooperate. The smacks echoed, sharp, loud, and uncomfortable. As I stood there, I told myself, “If they do it one more time, I’ll say something.” But I didn’t. Not even when I knew what I was watching was wrong. I let it play out, and eventually, it ended.

I could justify my silence by blaming the other adults in the area for not speaking up or by saying it was only a couple of people that saw it or it was after the competition so it didn’t matter.

But it did matter.

That animal, helplessly held by a 4-H'er and unable to escape, was being smacked. Regardless of the rules, regardless of the place, regardless of the situation, I should have spoken up and confronted this adult for his actions.

But I didn’t.

And I regret that today.

As that scene plays through my mind, not 24 hours later, I cannot help but wonder about all the other times in my life I should have spoken up.

At home.

At work.

During my volunteering.

Moments when silence felt safer but left a deeper mark.

I unpacked this more in Episode 49 of the Patio Pondering Podcast, but here is the question I am still wrestling with:

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞?