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The Hemingway Project

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By Jan Sikes

Imagine you’re a soldier returning home from Afghanistan or Syria or some other war-torn country. Maybe limbs are missing or your body is scarred in some other way. Or perhaps deep in the recesses of your mind, thoughts and emotions are twisted with guilt.

At what point do you decide you have nothing more to offer, and the world has nothing left to hold you?

It’s a question that smoldered deep inside singer/songwriter Dan Johnson’s mind as he struggled for decades to come to terms with his veteran father’s suicide that occurred the day before he turned eleven. Like thousands of others then and now, Johnson’s father returned home from war confused and in pain.

“My dad desperately needed someone to personally connect with him,” Johnson said.

Through the songs and stories on Hemingway project, Johnson has found an avenue to provide that vital connection. And while it is too late for his father, he is confident it isn’t too late for other veterans.

Johnson spoke candidly about the defining moment when he realized he had to step up and try to do something to help.

“It was a very specific moment for me,” he said. “I was doing a show at Hoot’s in Amarillo, Texas. The manager is a good friend, a Marine who came back with tremendous post-traumatic stress.”

Johnson paused. “I asked him about his new Facebook profile picture, a bloody red number twenty-two. He said he was part of ‘Twenty-Two Kill,’ and explained it is an organization that tries to help reduce veteran suicides through raising awareness. Then he told me there is an average of twenty-two veteran suicides per day. That nailed me to the wall.

“I couldn’t believe it. And while it seems extreme, I did the research and found it was accurate. A few days later, I had a thought. I play around two-hundred shows every year, and I have a microphone. If I ran into this guy in a bar (something tells me there’s somebody in every single bar I’m in) who has either been affected by or is currently struggling with thoughts of suicide.”

Johnson’s story always leads back to his own father.

“I thought about my dad, because as much as the awareness is important, my dad didn’t need public awareness,” Johnson said. “He needed someone to connect on a personal level, someone to tell him that while suicide may end his pain, it will only amplify it for his loved ones for the rest of their lives.”

That pain and long-lasting effects of his father’s suicide gives Johnson first-hand experience when counseling someone who is on the verge of taking his or her own life. He uses those words he wishes someone had said to his father and finds it strikes a chord of truth.

Exactly how was the Hemingway project born?

Johnson has been a huge fan of the writer Ernest Hemingway his entire life, so he visited Hemingway’s home in Key West, Fla. As the tour guide took the group through the house, Johnson lingered behind in Hemingway’s study where so many of the classic stories were written.

“His study is still identical to the way he left it with his typewriter and bourbon bottle. It was literally like he could walk back in at any moment,” Johnson said. “I stood there soaking up all the creativity that flowed through that room. It hit me hard how many people, like Hemingway, reach a point where they feel as if they don’t have enough left to give, and the world doesn’t have enough reasons for them to stay in it. And of course, then I thought of my father and how he took the Hemingway out. So, I wrote a big chunk of the song, ‘Hemingway,’ standing in Ernest Hemingway’s study.”

However, Johnson did nothing except play the song for some friends. While they were blown away by the powerful words, he still didn’t know what to do with it.

“After the night in Amarillo, everything shifted,” Johnson said. “I decided that I wanted to sing the “Hemingway” song in the middle of every show and use it to tell my dad’s story. So, that’s what I started doing.”

The results have been phenomenal.

The rest of the Hemingway project came together at a bar in Ireland where Johnson was doing a show. Following his performance, an American soldier approached and asked to buy him a drink. Then, the soldier, with tears in his eyes, told him that his words that night may have just saved his life. He described the isolation and pain he experienced each time he returned home on leave. Because of that, he was hiding out in Ireland on leave and staying drunk. He admitted to Johnson he’d about reached the end of his will to stay alive. That was until he listened to “Hemingway” and heard Johnson’s story about his dad.

Every song on Hemingway is deep and character-driven. Johnson brings the stories to life in each line, each lyric, each aching note.

The musical journey starts with “The Favor.” Haunting strands from a slide guitar set the mood. It is a dark story about newlyweds accosted in a Louisiana swamp by men intent on inflicting evil and harm. But, as the tables turn, Billy says these words to his new bride, “Babe, when the devil owes you a favor, you damn sure don’t ask why….”

The title song, “Hemingway,” is more than moving. It holds the power of a freight train loaded with TNT. It is everything all rolled up into one, with unforgettable lyrics.

Johnson’s strong baritone voice lends itself to the force of the song and pushes the message across. This story has a tragic, heartbreaking, too-human ending.

“Bloom,” tells of a young woman trying to find her wings. “Tom Waits For No One,” is the sad and lonely tale of a man waiting fruitlessly for his lover to return. Chilling and raw, “The Lone Gunman’s Lament,” is a story all-too-familiar for the many who have been forced to kill.

While there are various organizations who provide help to veterans in need, Johnson is taking the Hemingway project to the streets, to those too broken or ashamed to seek help. He is making those one-on-one connections that are vital in suicide prevention. Hemingway is an education, motivation, and intervention all rolled into one powerful campaign. Johnson dares to expose the naked, raw and sometimes ugly truth through words and music.

When Johnson teamed up with Texas novelist Travis Erwin to create short stories that accompany each song, it took the Hemingway project into a much broader spectrum. With a writing style much like Johnson’s, Erwin weaves stories together in an intricate web of multi-dimensional characters and situations that are masterfully intertwined.

From graphic violence to exquisitely tender moments, Hemingway is a journey that touches everyone in some way. No one is spared.

For more information about the project, the non-profit and Dan Johnson, visit http://www.operationhemingway.org.

 

 

Hemingway Lyrics

John was a soldier from deep down in Florida

He turned eighteen on Key West

The Army would get him as soon as they’d let him

He signed on the line to enlist

They all called him Hemingway

Because he spent every day

Cussing and fighting and drunk

And, lord he could tell you a story so well

You’d get wrapped in the yarns that he spun

So, Hemingway, tell us a tale

Of some great adventure

Or champions or fisherman

Or girls that put wind in men’s sails

Take us away

Hey, Hemingway

On the day that he turned nineteen

That cursed IED took off his legs at the thigh

Mangled and burned up

But thankful it turned out

The doctors at least saved one eye

Then they sent him home to his mom on the coast

They said, “Thanks for your service there, son.

This purple heart is a medal to mark

All the good for your country you’ve done.”

Through his personal hell

Not a soul would he tell

Too modest to speak of his pain

While innocent, ignorant well-meaning friends of his

Said it would all be okay

So, he just kept on swinging

As each blow kept stinging

Not sure how much longer he’d fight

And everyone asked him to tell them what happened

The day he almost lost his life

So, Hemingway, tell us a tale

Of some great adventure

The battles, the missions

The glory in how you prevailed

What do you say?

Hey, Hemingway

Last Saturday night as the vacancy sign

Beckoned to him from the road

With a bottle of bourbon

And a month’s worth of Percocet

Tucked in his camouflage coat

He reached for the Bible

And read for a while but nothing much seemed to stand out

So, in that little hotel room

When the Gideons fell through

He took the Hemingway out

Hemingway, tell us a tale

Of the young life they took from you

The darkness you’re going through

How we and the whole world have failed

There as you lay,

Hey, Hemingway

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The Almanac: Old Wisdom, New Uses

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By Savannah Magoteaux

It may seem old-fashioned in today’s world of instant weather apps and precision farming tools, but for generations, farmers and ranchers have kept something tucked alongside their feed store receipts and fencing pliers: the almanac.

If you’ve ever wondered what makes an almanac different from a regular calendar—or how you can actually use one on the farm today—you’re not alone. The truth is, there’s a reason the almanac has stuck around for more than two centuries. It’s part tradition, part practical guide, and part good old country common sense.

What Exactly Is an Almanac?

At its simplest, an almanac is an annual publication that contains a wide variety of information:

  • Weather forecasts (both short-term and long-range)
  • Moon phases and sunrise/sunset times
  • Best days for planting, harvesting, and other chores
  • Tide tables
  • Astronomical data (eclipses, meteor showers)
  • Farming advice
  • Home and garden tips
  • Folk wisdom and humor

The Old Farmer’s Almanac, founded in 1792, is probably the most famous, but there are many versions today—including regional editions designed for specific areas of the country.

What sets an almanac apart is that it doesn’t just tell you what is happening; it often tells you when and how to do things based on seasonal rhythms, tradition, and long-standing patterns of nature.

How Are Almanac Predictions Made?

One of the most famous parts of the almanac is its weather forecast section.
While the exact methods are often kept secret, most almanacs combine:

  • Historical weather patterns
  • Solar cycles (like sunspots)
  • Lunar phases
  • Meteorological data

They aren’t as precise as modern radar forecasts, but they’re designed to give a general idea of what to expect for an upcoming season. Many readers use them more for planning and tradition than strict prediction.

Interestingly, some almanacs claim accuracy rates of around 80%, though independent studies suggest they’re closer to 50–60%. Still, for long-range planning—like when to schedule planting, hay cutting, or even branding days—many farmers find them helpful.

How to Use an Almanac Today

If you flip open an almanac today, you’ll find it offers much more than weather. Here are a few practical ways to use one on your farm or ranch:

  • Planting by the Moon: Many people still plant certain crops according to the waxing and waning of the moon, believing that different phases influence root growth, fruit production, or hardiness.
  • Scheduling Hay or Harvest: Long-range dry or wet forecasts can help you pick safer windows for cutting and baling hay.
  • Livestock Planning: Some ranchers time breeding, calving, or vaccinations according to signs in the almanac (or at least avoid unlucky dates!).
  • Gardening Tips: Almanacs are packed with advice on companion planting, pest control, and organic practices.
  • Household Projects: Need to set fence posts or pour concrete? Some almanacs recommend the best days for setting things in the ground to “set stronger.”

Even if you don’t follow it to the letter, it can still offer a broader way of thinking seasonally—something that technology sometimes encourages us to forget.

Tradition Meets Technology

Many almanacs now have companion websites and apps, offering digital versions of their classic wisdom.
Still, there’s something satisfying about flipping through a paperback almanac, circling dates, and marking notes in the margins just like the generations before us.

It’s a reminder that even in a high-tech world, farming and ranching are still closely tied to the rhythms of nature—and a little old-school wisdom never hurts.

References:

  1. The Old Farmer’s Almanachttps://www.almanac.com
  2. Farmers’ Almanachttps://www.farmersalmanac.com
  3. University of Illinois Extension – Understanding the Farmer’s Almanac Weather Predictions
  4. National Weather Service – Historical Weather Patterns

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5 Fun Facts About the Almanac

1. It’s Older Than the U.S. Constitution.
The Old Farmer’s Almanac was first published in 1792—one year after George Washington was elected President.

2. There’s a “Secret Formula” for Weather Predictions.
The Old Farmer’s Almanac claims it uses a top-secret mathematical formula, created by its founder Robert B. Thomas, that factors in sunspots, tidal action, and planetary positions.

3. It’s Not Just One Almanac.
There are actually several famous almanacs, including the Old Farmer’s Almanac and the Farmers’ Almanac, and they’re produced by different companies with slightly different forecasting methods.

4. Moon Phases Matter.
Many planting and farming guides in the almanac are based on the waxing and waning of the moon. According to tradition, above-ground crops do better when planted during a waxing moon, and root crops thrive during a waning moon.

5. It Once Had a Hole in the Corner.
Early editions of the almanac were printed with a hole punched through the corner. Why? So farmers could hang them on a nail in the barn or outhouse for easy reading (and sometimes, as a backup to toilet paper)!

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The Sounds of the Country

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Daylight in the country is busy. There are engines, gates, dogs, birds, wind, and people moving with purpose. Even when it feels quiet, there is usually something making noise. It is familiar noise, the kind you stop noticing because it belongs there.

Night is different.

When the sun drops and the work winds down, the sounds change. Some disappear entirely. Others step forward like they were waiting their turn. It is only then that you realize how much the land talks after dark.

The first thing most people notice is how far sound carries at night. Voices travel farther. A truck door slams a half mile away and still feels close. Coyotes sound like they are just beyond the fence, even when they are scattered across an entire section.

There are reasons for that. Cooler nighttime air is denser, allowing sound waves to move more efficiently. During the day, sunlight heats the ground unevenly, creating air layers that bend and scatter sound. At night, temperatures even out, and sound travels straighter and farther. The land does not get louder. You just hear more of it.

Coyotes are often the headliners. Their howls, yips, and barks are not random noise. They are communication. A single howl can be a location check. Group yipping can signal territory or reunite scattered pack members. What sounds like chaos is often a coordinated conversation that carries for miles.

Owls tend to follow. Great horned owls announce themselves with deep, rhythmic calls that sound older than fences and roads. Barred owls ask their unmistakable questions from creek bottoms and timber. These calls serve the same basic purpose as the coyotes’. Territory, presence, and pair bonding, all broadcast into the dark.

Insects fill the gaps. Crickets and katydids create a steady background hum that changes with temperature and season. In late summer, their calls are loud enough to drown out distant traffic. In early fall, the rhythm slows. By winter, silence settles in where that sound once lived.

Frogs take over after rain. Stock tanks, ditches, and low spots become stages. Each species has its own call, its own timing, its own volume. To someone unfamiliar with rural nights, it can sound overwhelming. To those who live with it, it becomes reassurance that water is present and life is moving.

Livestock contribute their own nighttime sounds. A cow bawling for a calf. Horses shifting and blowing softly in the dark. The occasional thump of hooves when something unseen moves through the pasture. These noises are usually brief, but they catch your attention because they break the expected rhythm.

Some sounds are seasonal. In the fall, migrating birds pass overhead, calling to one another in the dark as they navigate by stars and landmarks. In spring, night birds return, filling the air with calls that have been absent for months. The land sounds different when life is arriving versus when it is leaving.

What surprises many people is how much quieter the country can be without human interference. With fewer buildings, less traffic, and minimal artificial lighting, natural sounds are not masked the way they are in towns and cities. Even distant highways fade into the background, leaving space for subtler noises to emerge.

That quiet can feel uncomfortable at first. Silence magnifies small sounds. A branch snapping or leaves shifting can sound larger than it is. Over time, you learn what belongs and what does not. The land teaches you what is normal.

Nighttime sounds also slow you down. There is less pressure to move, to fix, to finish. Sitting on a porch or leaning against a fence, you start to listen instead of scanning. The dark removes visual distractions, leaving only sound to tell the story.

Those sounds carry information. Weather is changing. Animals are moving. Seasons are turning. Without realizing it, you begin to recognize patterns. You notice when the coyotes are quieter than usual, or when frogs call earlier than expected. The land speaks in small signals long before anything obvious happens.

Most of these sounds go unnoticed unless you stop and listen. They are not dramatic on their own. They do not demand attention. But together, they form the soundtrack of rural life after dark.

In a world that rarely slows down, nighttime in the country offers something increasingly rare. A chance to listen without interruption. To notice what has always been there. To understand that even when the lights are off and the work is done, the land never really rests.

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Growing Something Better

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By Beth Watkins
There’s something about springtime that makes folks want to open windows, clean out closets, and maybe even peek out the front door to see if the neighbors are still alive and ready for a cookout. After a long winter of confusing, seesawing temperatures—where you needed shorts one day and a parka the next—March just rolls in with her own mysterious mood swings. Will she bring warm breezes and wild daffodils, or will she slap us with a late snowstorm and the flu for good measure?


March is the season of new growth. The earth starts greening up, baby calves find their legs, and every hardware store in the county sells out of tomato plants. Folks start making ambitious garden plans, fueled by equal parts hope, memory loss about last year’s weeds, and the siren song of heirloom seed catalogs. You find yourself petting baby chicks at Atwoods, thinking, “How hard can it be?” while conveniently forgetting you once killed a cactus.


But maybe this year, along with our gardens and yards, it’s time we put a little effort into growing something else: personal responsibility. And maybe even—brace yourself—neighborly love.


Now, I’m not talking about the kind of neighborly love where you let someone move in with their three untrained dogs, six boxes of drama, and a Wi-Fi password they never stop using. I mean the kind where we treat folks with basic kindness and decency, without expecting them to carry our groceries, fix our fences, or raise our children.


Somewhere along the way, it seems like society forgot that love and enabling are two different things. The Bible says to love your neighbor as yourself. It does not say to take your neighbor on as a dependent. Yet more and more, we’re seeing an attitude of entitlement blooming like crabgrass in what used to be tight-knit, self-reliant communities.


There was a time when being called “self-sufficient” was a compliment. It meant you could patch a roof with tar and a prayer, make a pot of beans stretch a week, and wrangle your own problems without immediately calling the government, your mama, or Channel 5 News. You didn’t expect handouts—you offered a hand up when someone else truly needed it. But lately, some folks have gotten real comfortable hollering “help me!” before they’ve even tried standing up on their own two feet.


Case in point: a woman on social media said she needed her oil changed and a chicken coop built. She had the supplies but no funds to pay for help. Fair enough—times are tough. But the very next day, she posted photos of her estate sale haul, bragging about how she “only” spent $400. Not even a month later, she’s showing off her custom steel gate entryway. Clearly it’s not a money shortage—it’s a priority misplacement.


That kind of thinking doesn’t just stunt personal growth—it chokes the roots of the community. I know people need help, and we are called to love our neighbors, but let’s get real, folks. Last year’s gold medal for gall goes to the woman hosting her child’s backyard birthday party who posted: “Can anyone bring enough food for about twenty people? The child loves spaghetti with all the trimmings, and a cake. Please deliver it hot, at party time.” You think I’m kidding? I’m not. I’m still in shock.


We weren’t meant to live like hermits, but we weren’t meant to sponge off the folks who are doing the work either. There’s a balance somewhere between “do-it-all-yourself survivalist” and “the world owes me a living.” And that sweet spot is where real growth happens.


Spring is a perfect reminder of that. You can’t just toss seeds in the dirt and expect a harvest. You have to work the soil, pull the weeds, and show up every day—even when it’s hot, dry, or swarming with grasshoppers. Same goes for character. You’ve got to tend it. Cultivate it. And not just when people are watching.


If you want a better world, you’ve got to start in your own backyard. Literally and figuratively. Pick up the trash that blew into your fence line, and since it came from your poly cart, go grab your soda can out of your neighbor’s yard too. Wave at your neighbor, even if he insists on mowing in Crocs and tube socks and blowing his grass trimmings into the street. A little physical kindness can go a long way.


I grew up being taught that if someone was struggling, lost a loved one, or just got over an illness, you found a way to help—even if it was just sending over a casserole. Honestly, our first instinct should be to offer help, not because we want a parade in our honor, but because it’s the right thing to do. If you’re swamped with work or kids or life, send a food gift card. If you’re short on funds, offer to mow a lawn, babysit for an hour, or just check in.


We should teach our kids and grandkids that it’s natural to struggle. That hard work isn’t punishment—it’s how things get built. It’s how we move forward. Asking for help in a crisis is fine, but leaning on others indefinitely is no way to grow tall and strong. A goal shouldn’t be “how do I get the best handouts” but rather, “how do I build a life I’m proud of?”


We all need each other, but we also need to pull our own weight. Otherwise, this whole wagon’s going to tip. There are programs out there to help folks get back on their feet, but they aren’t just hangouts—they’re meant to be springboards. To break the cycle. To build something better.


So maybe this spring, as the world begins to thaw and bloom again, take a quiet moment to reflect on the life you’re growing—both inside and out. Ask yourself what kind of neighbor you are. Are you showing love, or just expecting it? Are you helping things bloom, or draining the rain barrel?


There’s still a lot of good in this world. I see it every day—in farmers helping neighbors fix fence after a storm, in church ladies who deliver meals without a fuss, in kids learning to shake hands and look folks in the eye. But good doesn’t grow on its own. It takes effort. It takes intention. And sometimes it takes a little tough love with a smile.


So here’s to spring: the season of new beginnings, fresh starts, and maybe, just maybe, a collective shift back to kindness, accountability, and old-fashioned neighborly grace.


Let’s roll up our sleeves, open the windows, clean out the cobwebs. Let’s go through our closets and our abundance, and donate to local places that help people get back on their feet—places that believe in a hand up, not just a handout. That’s how we grow something better.

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