View from the North 40: No holes? I really dig that

Forget my wedding day — Thursday, yes, this Thursday was the happiest day of my life.

Not even my 27 years of wedded, you know, marriage can compare to having a crew of professionals install 300 yards of fence posts in some of the most maddening ground known to mankind.

The ground on my property is like bipolar, schizophrenic sociopath of Earth soil substances.

It has a crazy quilt mash-up of layers of gravel, river-bottom sand, gritty sand, gumbo, hardened-to-almost-cement sand, more gumbo, more gravel, some pure, pottery-quality clay and a bit of really poor-quality coal. And mixed in among...