Hearsay's Cousin Hits Europe

We haven't mentioned Hearsay's European cousin, Habeas, before, have we? Habeas lives in Bratislava, the capital city of Slovakia.

He recently went on a tour of the city, and sent back these photos ...

This is a panoramic view of Bratislava.

Here's Habeas at a World War II memorial in Bratislava.

This castle dates to the eighth century. Amazing. Absolutely amazing.

Here in the background is St. Martin's Cathedral, where 13 Austrian and Hungarian kings were coronated during the Turkish occupation of Budapest in the Middle Ages.

Finally, Habeas overlooks a bridge over the river Danube, with a round, UFO-shaped restaurant on top.

Hearsay, by the way, is headed for points far and wide in the next little while. Check back ...

We Won

This is, by far, the nicest post that I have made since beginning this blog in early February.

I won, by a total of approximately 2,700 votes.

How can I possibly thank the people who worked the polls for me? Words escape me. One gentleman worked the polls for me today with a temperature of 101. Friends stood in the rain all day long, into the cool of the evening. Again, I can't find the words to express my gratitude.

Thank you. The election, by the way, won't be the end of this blog. I plan to maintain the blog on a regular basis, so please stay tuned.

This Is It!!!

Polls here in the 23rd Judicial District open in just a few minutes. If you've already voted, thank you. If not, what are you waiting for?!? Thanks so much for all of your support over this last year. It's meant more to me than I could ever say.

Happy Halloween!

Adam and Jesse hit the trick-or-treat trail last night, with Rick and I fully in tow.

That's Adam in the Superman outfit (he wore Jesse's costume from last year, but don't tell him) and Jesse as Batman. We went to my mom's house, of course, and both decided to ride their bikes while we were there.

And both promptly got their capes fully entangled in the bike chain and spokes. There for a while, I thought they were going to have to drag the bikes along with them!!!

One Week To Go ...

With a little more than seven days left before the election, the amazing rollercoaster that has been this year is drawing to a close. What has this year meant?

It's meant having the support of my family -- Rick, the boys and their "Vote For My Mommy" T-shirts, my mom and dad. It's meant having the support of friends that I've known for decades, and it's meant getting the support of friends I've just met. It's meant printing what seems like a million brochures. It's meant yard signs, big signs, banners, newspaper ads and recording a radio spot. It's meant playing bingo and watching Adam and Jesse flat-footin'. It's meant spaghetti lunches, a couple of brunches and too many barbeque dinners to count.

It's meant crowning Debbie's Snack Bar in Hamptonville the unofficial world headquarters of my campaign. If you want to know why, just visit the place. It's meant putting up campaign signs in the rain. It's meant hammering sign frames together. It's meant my mom and dad hitting the campaign trail all over the district, on their own. It's meant handing out a yard sign ... and then another ... and then another ... and then another. Rick's record for heading back out to the car for more signs is at least three times, and not once did he complain.

At least not to me.

What else has happened this year? In January, Rick had what he calls the most memorable experience of his career in journalism when he drove a race car at Talladega. That he did so less than three weeks after surgery is completely besides the point. I had surgery and was later found to be completely cancer free for the first time in two years. Adam hit the first home run of his baseball career and Jesse flourished at his summer art camp. Richard graduated from high school and is a freshman at Vanderbilt University in Nashville.

And ... it's still tough to write these words ... Rick's dad, Sid, passed away. Sid had never smoked a cigarette, but instead developed lung cancer as the result of the Agent Orange he encountered in Vietnam. He fought the disease for four long years.

Thank you so much for all that you've done for my family and I over the past year. I'll see you at the polls.

Child Support Ceremony

District Court Judge Jeanie Houston took part in a ceremony today at the Yadkin County Court House recognizing those in the area who have never missed a child support payment. The event was hosted by the Yadkin County Department of Social Services, and coordinated by Valerie Zachary, the agency's child support attorney.

Zachary said the selection process for the ceremony started by looking for unfamiliar names on the Department of Social Services list of child support payments. It was a comment echoed by Judge Houston.

"We like these folks, because we don't know them," Judge Houston joked. "They're never in court for not paying their child support. We have a lot of people we can't say that about."

Below, Judge Houston is shown with Marcelo Mimiaga, Trent Shore, Edsel Wooten (the director of the Yadkin County Department of Social Services), Shamus Jackson and Jim Stanley.

CC Wright Elementary School Visits Court House

The questions from the C.C. Wright Elementary School third graders came almost too fast to answer.

Do you have an electric chair here?

How about a guillotine?

Can kids be put in jail?

District Court Judge Jeanie Houston fielded the questions one by one. No, there’s not an electric chair here. We don’t have a guillotine, either. She explained the differences between being charged as a juvenile and as an adult and when one youngster asked what kind of clothes she wore under her robe, Judge Houston unzipped to reveal her sweater and slacks set.

Then, Judge Houston got the chance to ask her own questions.

Does anyone here know how laws are made?

Sure enough, she got a reply that was right on the money.

How many of you would like to be police officers? Several hands, a little more than half the group, shot up. How many of you would like to be lawyers? A few more children raised their hands.

Nearly seventy students and teachers from the North Wilkesboro school took part Friday afternoon in the tour of the Wilkes County Court House, where they visited a courtroom, holding cell, clerk’s office and the register of deeds.

“I look so forward to doing this every year,” Judge Houston said later. “I love doing this and I love holding court for our Big Bad Wolf trials. The kids have an interest in what we do here that’s just incredible. A lot of times, they come in with the preconceived notions that they’ve got from TV and when they get here, they find out what the court system is really all about.”

A Huge Success!!!

This was the kind of day that just makes you feel good. I started out at the Apple Festival in Wilkes County this morning and early afternoon, and then we had our cookout tonight. Things couldn't have went any better.

We went through 180 name tags, and not everybody stopped by to get one. The huge kids' inflatable bounce-and-jump-and-climb-and-slide thingamajig (what do you call those things, anyway?!?) stayed full from the word go until we had to run everybody out to break it down at the end of the night.

The cool thing about this kind of event is the help you get in setting everything up, and we most definitely had plenty of helping hands. First of all, Rick and my dad would still be stuck trying to figure out how to set the tents up if it hadn't been for Michael Dickerson. With Michael on hand, they had the tents and the inflatable up and ready to roll in about 30 minutes or so.

Michael also helped break everything down, as did John, Shane Childress and Josh Lincolnfelt. Oh yeah ... and my nephew, Denver Rakes, picked up trash. Ted Ashley brought his monstrous cooker and cooked until he had to leave for his son's football game. Walter Shore and John Spillman took over. Donna Shore Terrell and Jo de Journette passed out name tags and my campaign decals.

My biggest thanks goes to Debbie Childress, who hosted the event. She shut her business down for those two hours, and along with Marie Ashley, daughter Shanda and daughter-in-law Candy Childress, served the food.

Now, for some pictures ...

Hearsay finally made it back home today, just in time for the cookout. He brought along pictures from some of his adventures this summer ...



Jimmy Lancaster, our pastor at Maplewood Baptist Church in Yadkinville, gave the invocation ...



Friends don't come any better than these folks. That's Artie and Cindy Greer on the right, along with Chase (on the left) and Bryce (in Artie's arms) ...



Ted Ashley, working man ...



A shot of the crowd ...



That's Una and Jim Graham with Pierre and Carol Hamel ...

Hearsay Is Out Of This World

OK ... so Hearsay has been to some pretty cool places in the last few months, but this installment pretty much takes the cake. Here, our intrepid traveler has made his way to the Space Shuttle Launch Pad B at Kennedy Space Center in Florida. The Shuttle Endeavor is currently on the pad, being readied for a potential rescue mission if something goes amiss with the next scheduled launch slated for Oct. 14.

This is Hearsay at the base of what's known as the External Tank (the rust-colored tank in the middle) and the Solid Rocket Boosters that would launch Endeavor into space. There wouldn't be much of Hearsay left if he happened to be in this spot during an actual liftoff.

Next, Hearsay is shown just outside the launch pad elevators, at the 255-foot level ...

That leads to this view, of the very top of the External Tank and the Florida coastline ...

Finally, Hearsay winds up just outside Endeavor itself, and is shown here in front of the spacecraft's Forward Reaction Control System (FRCS).

Here's an overall view of the two Shuttles standing ready for flight. It's only the third time in the program's history that two Shuttles have been on their respective launch pads at the same time. The pad that Hearsay visited is the one farthest from the camera (Photo Credit: NASA).

Harvest Festival

The umpteenth annual Harvest Festival was held yesterday in Yadkinville, and we couldn't possibly have asked for better weather. It was an absolutely beautiful day.

Our church, Maplewood Baptist, is well-known at the Harvest Festival for its fried apple pies. They tried doing things a little differently this year, fresh-preparing the pies on site. It seemed to work really well. If you've never had one of Maplewood's fried apple pies ... well ... there's always next year.

Adam and Jesse then had a soccer game. They won, and it was there that I was greeted by Kaleb and Haley Dickerson, the son and daughter of our good friends, Michael and Missy Dickerson. Kaleb and Haley had their very own home-made campaign signs, which they paraded around the soccer fields and later, the Harvest Festival.

Here's Haley and her sign ...


And here's the sign that Kaleb sported ...


It would be nearly impossible to keep Adam from this bungee jumping activity. He's jumped at the last three or four Harvest Festivals, not to mention the Dixie Classic Fair. And the higher he goes, the better.

Hearsay In Music City

Joe Estep, Rick's best friend, took Hearsay on a whirlwind tour of Nashville the other day. Here's just a few of the hot spots they hit in and around town ...

Missing Signs

It happens in almost every election ... a candidate's yard signs go missing. Sometimes, signs are removed by authorities because they've been placed where they shouldn't, such as in right a ways and so forth.

Other signs are removed by supporters of one candidate over another. It's a frustrating proposition, to say the least. At best, it's childish. At worst, it's illegal.

In the last few days, several of my signs have been removed in Wilkes and Alleghany counties, at least one more than once. As a result, I've had several people ask if I want them to start taking down the signs of my opponent in this election, Bert Greene.

No, I do not. I won't allow it. If I find that anybody in my corner has stolen or destroyed any of Mr. Greene's signs, I will personally pay for replacements. Such actions will not be condoned by my campaign in any way, shape, form or fashion.

The Boot Story

We're back home after Sid's visitation and funeral Wednesday in Red Boiling Springs, Tenn. and his graveside service yesterday in Johnson City. It has been a sad last few days.

That said, that's the last thing that Sid would have wanted. So much so, that I think it would be wholly appropriate to share one of the most infamous "Sid" stories ever told. There are at least a couple of different versions of the tale, and this is Rick's, as recounted in a column he wrote that was published in the June 9, 1994 edition of The Alleghany News following the death of Sid's father, Ronald Sidney Houston:

Ronald Sidney Houston, my grandfather, passed from this life into the next early on the morning of June 5. The first thing that struck me after walking away from that hospital room was that I'd never hear the "boot" story again.

At least not like Papaw told it ...

The story concerns my father as a young boy, my great-uncle Ben, a fishing trip and a pair of boots. It was the kind of tale that got better each and every time it was told.

The story goes like this. One of Uncle Ben's favorite sayings was that so-and-so didn't have enough sense to pour you-know-what out of a boot. If anybody -- it didn't matter who -- did something stupid, Uncle Ben would declare, with varying degrees of embellishments, this particular oath.

On this particular outing, Uncle Ben took off his boots and wandered off for some reason. Dad promptly decided that he would put Uncle Ben to the test and see if he actually had enough sense to pour you-know-what out of a boot.

So Dad ... well ... you-know-whatted in Uncle Ben's boots. And, apparently, Uncle Ben really didn't have enough sense to pour you-know-what out of his boots before he put them back on.

At about this point in Papaw's version of the tale, anybody listening would be in tears laughing. Except, of course, Uncle Ben and Dad. To this day, Uncle Ben declares Papaw should have beat the living daylights out of Dad, while Dad denies it ever happened. All the while, Papaw just kept smiling that devilish smiles of his.

RICK'S NOTE:
Dad, in the last few days, I have been by your bedside and to your funeral and burial. I still can't believe you're gone. Please know that I love you, and so do Jeanie, Adam and Jesse. Doug and I will do everything we can to make you proud.

Funeral Arrangements For Rick's Dad

Plans have been completed for Rick's dad. A celebration of Sid's life will be held Wednesday, Sept.3 at Anderson & Son Funeral Home in Red Boiling Springs, Tenn. from 5-7 p.m. Central time, with a funeral service to follow at 7 p.m. Central time.

A graveside service will then be held the following day at the Houston Family Cemetary in Johnson City, Tenn. at 3 p.m. Eastern time.

Sidney L. Houston 1943-2008

Rick's dad, Sidney, passed away yesterday afternoon at Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville. Rick with him, as were Rick's brother, Doug, Sid's brother, Larry, and Larry's daughter, Angie. Sid was 65.

After serving stints in Korea and Japan with the United States Army, Sid went to Vietnam in 1970-71. He left the service with the rank of captain in the early '70s and afterward became an accountant. In the picture above, that's the Houston men ... Doug, Sid, Jesse and Rick from left to right on the front row, and Richard is holding Adam on the back row.

The funeral will be held near Sid's home in Red Boiling Springs, Tenn., about 75 miles northwest of Nashville, and he will be buried in a family cemetary in Johnson City, Tenn. Dates and times have not been confirmed at this time.

Please ... no flowers. If you are so inclined, simply buy a book for a youngster close to you.

For Sid ...

How do you start a note like this?

Rick's dad, Sidney, is in critical condition at Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville, fighting what looks to be the last stages of lung cancer. He's been in the hospital since Sunday night, and took a turn for the worse yesterday. Rick left home and is with his dad now, along with Rick's brother, Doug, and Sid's brother, Larry.

I would very humbly ask for your prayers for Sid, who is 65 and a veteran of the United States Army.

First Day Of School!!!

Today is Adam and Jesse's first day of the second grade. Wasn't it just yesterday that we had the little pipsqueaks pose in front of the West Yadkin Elementary sign on their first day of three-year-old preschool?

Both were a little nervous, but went into their respective classrooms without a hitch. I just can't seem to get my arms around the fact that they will graduate high school in 2019. Good grief.

Below, Adam is just being Adam and Jesse is being Jesse ...Here I am with Adam, the social butterfly ...

Hearsay ... The Lost Picture

Somehow, this photo of Hearsay at New Hampshire Motor Speedway a couple of months ago got lost in the shuffle. So ... here it is. That little guy sure gets around, doesn't he?

Hearsay Is Where?!?

Hearsay continues on his adventures with our friend, Jennifer Estep. Here, he's shown with Rick's best friend since high school and Jen's brother, Joe Estep, at The Bunganut Pig Pub & Eatery in Franklin, Tenn., just outside Nashville.

What exactly is a bunganut pig? Good question. There IS an explanation, and it has something to do with a pig going to school at Oxford.

At any rate, Hearsay got to hang out with Joe and Jen, and even members of the band they went to see. There are a few rumors concerning where Hearsay will be next, so stay tuned.

Anita's Family Restaurant

I've known Anita Mastin for years, getting to know her best when she managed the cafeteria in the Wilkes County courthouse.

Anita is, as they say, just good people. We stopped by her place in Traphill, Anita's Family Restaurant, tonight. When I walked in, she introduced me on the spot to everybody there ... and it was a packed house. Forget politics. It's that kind of support that lets you know you've got friends.

Carol Bryant, who works part time with Anita, also handles domestic abuse cases in Wilkes County. That's Carol on the left in the photo below, along with me and Anita, and, of course, Adam and Jesse.

Alleghany County

We spent most of the afternoon at a GOP meet-the-candidates meeting in Sparta sponsored by Sarah Stevens, who is running for the 90th district seat in the state house of representatives. Like last week's event in Ashe, where I went to law school with the lead singer of one of the bands performing, I also went to law school with Sarah.

I'm always a little bit nervous speaking at an event like this. I can just imagine Rick's reaction when he sees this ... me? Nervous talking? Who woulda thunk it? Hey, at least I remembered to introduce him tonight.

Farmer Jesse

Here's Jesse with the fruits of his labor over the last few weeks ... or is that the tomatoes of his labor? Jesse has tended his little garden, watering the tomato plants with his Papaw Tom and keeping an eye on them every chance he gets.

And, yes, they made for a GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD BLT!!!

GREAT NEWS!!!

I had my scan today, and I came away with the best news I could've possibly received ... after dealing with this disease for more than two years, I am officially and finally cancer free. Amen, amen and amen again.

To be perfectly honest, these past few days have really put everything else in perspective. This election is an important part of my life, and I intend to win it. Still, I cannot describe what it's like to know that my cancer is gone. Wow. This has been the most humbling thing I've ever experienced.

Thank you so much for keeping me in your prayers. I honestly and truly believe that's what has made all the difference.

Take care,
Jeanie

Cleveland, Ohio

Who would've thought that Hearsay would ever wind up in Cleveland, Ohio? Well, he did, thanks to Jennifer Estep, a good friend of Rick's who lives in Hermitage, Tenn., just outside Nashville. Jen is the sister of Rick's best friend from high school, Joe Estep, and she's the daughter of Rick's adopted godmother, Sandi Estep.

I guess that makes her Rick's godsister, right?

Jennifer has been in Cleveland on business quite a bit in the last few months, and she took Hearsay along for the ride this week. Hearsay, along with Jen's friend Mike Kerestesy, was able to visit the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame (I am SO completely jealous), and Cleveland Browns Stadium, where the city's NFL team plays (that, I care about not so much!!!).

Check out the photos below. First, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame (again, I'm completely jealous) ...


And Cleveland Browns Stadium ...

Signs, Anyone?!?

Rick and my dad were busy today, putting up a number of my campaign signs in Wilkes and Ashe Counties. They placed another one Monday here in Yadkin. Let's just say that thanks to a few rain showers this morning, the work of driving in the anchoring stakes was a lot easier than what it had been.

Or so I was told, in no uncertain terms.

Here, so far, are the fruits of Rick and Dad's labor. The one below is near the Trail's End store in Hamptonville.

Next up was a sign in Wilkesboro ...

After that, they headed to Jim's Discount Furniture on North Highway 16 ...Finally, they wound up at Mountain Aire Seafood & Steaks in West Jefferson ...
I'd just like to thank all those who gave permission for us to place these signs on their property. If you're ever in the area of any of these businesses, please drop by and tell them I said to say hello. We've got a few more of these signs on the way, so you never know where one might pop up next.

A Happy Anniversary

Eleven years ago today, I was sworn in as a district court judge.

I'll never forget the day. It was a humbling experience, and one that I have never taken lightly. A lot of things have happened since that day. Rick has published two books and traveled from one end of this country to the other more times than either one of us would care to count. I have served on this committee or that at church and in the community, and I have survived cancer.

And with the addition of Jesse and Adam to our family, I became a mother.

Being a district court judge is a tough job, but one that I'm incredibly honored to have. I have heard countless cases in the 11 years that I have been a judge, and I have done my best to treat each and every person who comes through my courtroom with the respect they deserve. I look forward to serving the people of this district as a district court judge for many years to come.

The clipping below appeared on the front page of The Enterprise a few days after I was sworn in.

A Busy ... But Great ... Weekend

Ashe County is a great place to be under ordinary circumstances, but Saturday, the weather was especially gorgeous. With a temperature of maybe 73 degrees or so at noon, the Northwest Trading Post in Glendale Springs couldn't possibly have asked for a better setting for its 50th anniversary celebration.

Hundreds of people attended the event, which featured live music by a couple of different groups. As luck would have it, I went to law school with Rebecca Eggers-Gryder, the singer and bass player for Amantha Mill, a bluegrass group based out of Boone. That's her singing away in the picture below.

After leaving the Trading Post yesterday, we headed back down the mountain for a fundraiser held at Tommy's Garage in Hamptonville for Jesse Keaton, a six-year-old little girl who was critically injured in a terrible accident in early July. Whether you support me in this election or not, I would ask that you please consider making a donation to funds that have been created to help offset the family's medical bills. If so, please contact the Yadkinville branches of either Southern Community Bank & Trust or Wachovia.

It was a truly amazing thing to see literally hundreds of people who turned out for the fundraiser. There were easily 400 to 500 people there, if not more. And they weren't there for the fish or oysters being served, or the live music, or the beautiful classic cars on display. They were there for a little girl who needed their help.

Today, we went to a cookout for a young woman headed off on a great adventure ... college. Katy Hamel is one-of-a-kind, and we love her like a daughter. She works at Hoots Hospital here in Yadkin County, and serves as a volunteer fireman (Or is that fireperson?) in the Courtney community. She's attending East Carolina University to study nursing, and is leaving Wednesday.

Wasn't it just yesterday that Katy would spend the night with me while Rick was on the road racing, and be afraid to sleep by herself? Wasn't it just yesterday when Rick offered her $200 to change one of Adam and Jesse's wet diapers (a wet diaper, NOT a dirty one), and she refused? Good grief.

Red Boiling Where?!?

Hearsay couldn't wait to get back out and about, and wound up today in Red Boiling Springs, Tenn., about 75 miles northeast of Nashville.

Red Boiling Springs is known for ... well ... it's hard to say just what Red Boiling Springs is known for. In the 1920s, the community featured some 1,500 motel rooms for those visiting the mineral bath.

Rick's dad, Sidney, lives in the oldest inhabited house in Macon County. Construction began in 1850. Sid also owns the first bathtub in the Upper Cumberland region. Could that be what Red Boiling Springs is known for?

Signs Of The Times

We're in the process of putting up the first of my larger, framed signs. Getting the frames from a friend was step No. 1, and it turned out to be no small task in and of itself. Then, we had to fit the frames to the size signs we had made.

Here's how big a deal this has become. My husband, Rick ... my husband, Rick, the one who has to ask the difference between a hammer and a screw driver ... has done honest-to-goodness carpentry work in the past couple of days. My dad, Tom Reavis, however, has been in charge of the project. My dad is ALWAYS in charge of such things.

The finished product turned out pretty well, don't you think? These are the first of several signs that will go up around the district. Several more are on the way.

The first sign was placed on US 21 in Wilkes County, between Elkin and Alleghany County. Thanks to Josephine DeJournette for allowing us to place the sign on her property.
Note should be made here of a pledge I will keep throughout the election. NOBODY associated with my campaign will deface in any way the signs of my opponent, and I know that I can expect the same in return.

Upcoming Scan

As a followup to my surgery in early June, I've started preparing for another series of scans Aug. 14 and 15. It means going off some medications, but that's just a part of the process that we have to deal with.

From every indication so far, the tests are expected to come back negative for any more cancer. Still, there's always that little bit of uncertainty. I would most definitely covet your prayers.

Thanks,
Jeanie

Redding's Country Kitchen

If you happen to be in or around the Ronda area in Wilkes County on a Friday night, you should stop by Redding's Country Kitchen, which is owned by Gwyn Redding (shown above). They have live music, and it's become quite the event. Then, on Saturday mornings, they have a great breakfast buffet.

Thanks, Gwyn, for your support.

Bingo!!!

Some good friends invited us to a bingo fundraiser for the Wilkes Diamonds AAU girls basketball team tonight, and we had a blast. Out of all the games he and I played, Rick got one bingo. He won a cookbook rack.

You would've thought he'd won the lottery.

A Great Day In Alleghany County

We had the chance to spend the day in Alleghany County today, beginning at a crafts fair in Crouse Park. There was some absolutely beautiful work on sale, and the music and dancing was fantastic.

You just can't beat a live bluegrass band.

Rick and I both have ties to Alleghany that run deep. I've made the trip up the mountain for court for nearly 20 years now, and Rick actually lived in Sparta for two years while he was the sports editor for The Alleghany News. In fact, he was still there when we first started dating.

After leaving the crafts fair, we had lunch with James and Lib Reynolds, and their grandson, Matthew Bottomley. James took the boys on a tour of Glade Creek Dairy in Ennice, where he works. The dairy is owned by Blan and Dr. Tracy Bottomley, who is married to James and Lib's daughter, Amy.

This is James with Adam and Jesse in the milking barn. Check out the look on Adam's face.

Ever the trooper, though, Adam sidled right up to one of the cows and tried his hand at milking. Remember that scene from A League Of Their Own, where the baseball scout asks the character played by Geena Davis if the cow she's milking is hurt in the process? She says, no, the cow doesn't seem to mind.

To which the scout, played by Jon Lovitz, replies: "Well ... it would bruise the @#$@#! out of me." I don't know why, but I couldn't help but think of that scene as Adam gave milking a shot.

Tracy and Amy's sons -- Jonah, Matthew and Luke -- helped Adam and Jesse feed the calves they're raising. The city boys -- Adam and Jesse, obviously -- were amazed by how quickly the animals sucked their milk bottles dry.

Quicker, by far, than Adam or Jesse ever had.

Below, Adam and Jesse pet a couple more of Glade Creek Dairy's calves. It's people like James and Lib, Blan, Tracy and Amy and their children who make the world go around. I appreciate their friendship.