I was noticing how so many mushrooms popped up after the rains came as I walked along Wildcat Boulevard the other morning. The mushrooms are all sizes and shapes and different colors. I even noticed a red one the other day.

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I was noticing how so many mushrooms popped up after the rains came as I walked along Wildcat Boulevard the other morning. The mushrooms are all sizes and shapes and different colors. I even noticed a red one the other day.

Our front yard is full of tiny little mushrooms; some so small you have to stop and look carefully to see them. I really don’t know the good of mushrooms or toadstools. Yet if the Good Lord grows so many, they must be beneficial.

I have always liked things which make sense, even if the thing is designed for something else. For example, I recently read that MoDOT used a truck with a snowplow attached to clear Interstate 35 near Kansas City. There had been an accident and a load of steel pipes was strewn across the highway, stopping all traffic. The snowplow pushed the heavy pipes off the road until a crane could come and load them on another truck.

Someplace had hail so thick it had to be pushed off the highway with snowplows.

I have noticed how much the walking trails in Morse Park are used. I wondered if they were as popular at first as they are now. They seem to have passed the test. Now, will the new sidewalks we are seeing all over town be used?

In a two-week count recently, 1,576 Minnesota motorists were cited for texting and driving. In the whole year of 2017 only a few over 1,000 were cited for this infraction.

Does it make sense to text while driving? Can a person text and concentrate on driving at the same time? I doubt it. I guess people today just have so much to tell their friends, they can’t wait. They must text them immediately.

Writing letters takes time, so a person has a better chance of not making mistakes in what they say. If you are mad, do you use good sense when you text?

Recently I read a column by Joel Vance, a Missouri outdoor writer. He wrote about Eugene Poirot and his innovative farming near Golden City. Poirot dug his watering ponds deep so they held lots of water. Then he raised catfish in the ponds. Then he irrigated his crops with the rich bottom sludge in the ponds.

Kay got to know Mr. Poirot quite well when his wife, daughter, and granddaughter attended Crowder College. Two of the ladies were in one of Kay’s writing classes. They were an intelligent and interesting family.

One time we were invited to spend the night on their farm and get up early to hear the prairie chickens “boom” and watch them strut in the early morning. It was quite a sight. Mr. Poirot had a quarter section of land which was native prairie. He wrote a book, "Our Margin of Life," in which he told many tales about his observations on this piece of land. I wonder if any of the native prairie owners in the area are trying to save this precious land?

Take a walk, use good sense, make sure your car lights are on at all times, use signal lights at every corner, and see what you notice while passing along Wildcat Boulevard.

Russell Hively has written a column for the Neosho Daily News. This is his last column for the NDN.