Last night, I returned home after a two-day run down into Delaware and Eastern Shore Maryland. It was memorable for three reasons.
First, I visited with a lot of very good people – all in agriculture. Didn't meet a sole I didn't like and didn't have something in common with. And when you talk with people outside of agriculture, you get an idea of how unusual it is.
Second, as I pulled up next to the farm shop at Chesapeake Farms about 1 p.m., near Chestertown, Md., my SUV was…