I ran across a glowing tribute to Joel Salatin's book, "Folks, this ain't normal" on a blog (and darned if I can find it now - pipe up if it was you!) and thought that it was perfect timing for me to read something that spoke my language. 99% of the political speeches broadcast over the airwaves sure don't. Many family members and some friends think I'm nuts to live like I do - and do the things that I do. And since I've been feeling a little like the can that's kicked down the road lately (do kids kick cans anymore?), reading this book has been a tonic.
On the dust jacket, the New York Times (a paper I no longer read - it's gone off the deep end and the typos are atrocious) touts Joel Salatin as "The High Priest of the Pasture." After shouting "Hallelujah!!!" after each chapter, I couldn't agree more.