Sitting her in the Blue Banana, a café petite in a small eastern Oregon village, I eavesdrop on the conversations around me to, per chance, pick up a good ag story lead.
After all, this is farm country, and even growers like a latte now and then.
In the next booth is a rather elderly looking gent who is listening to a young chap talk about his aerial application close calls.
"I had to fly under the power lines," he said. "Sometimes, when the edge of a field is so close to the lines…