Guest Column: There’s a ditch on both sides

RBC | I have fun childhood memories of my grandparents’ ranch. They didn’t have livestock —unless you count the extremely obnoxious Appaloosas who would swipe your soda and suck it down in three seconds flat—but they had all the other essentials. Rusty trucks, barbed wire, endless hay bales and yards and yards of duct tape and baling twine holding it all together.

The thing I remember most, though, is the irrigation ditch that…