They Grow Corn Here. So On the Moon as Well.

The dense sticky yellow clay soil here is sterile.

But the farmers are well, informed, equipped, and nitrogen supplied.

Take these dedicated farmers to the Moon — they will be growing corn there in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.

I do like the people around me, most of whom are Amish, Moravian, German, or Swiss.

They like to work. They like to be honest.

My town is expanding faster than it can find new buildable land.

Nobody here is idle.

Few here are poor.

They are doing something — building, growing, enhancing.

Good luck was on me when I picked Hagerstown Maryland.

We are far enough from DC and Baltimore.

We are Western Maryland.

WM railroad brung us, and our houses, most of which were kits.

We make our own food, and sell it everywhere.

Except me, I’m an inventor. Next one ever is 100 miles away.