The first time I learned my cornfield had become the biggest fall attraction in Cedar County, a woman I had never met was pounding a wooden sign into my soil.
The sign said the corn maze opened Saturday.
Corn maze tickets
I was standing ten feet away holding the deed to the farm.
And nobody had asked me.
“Sir, you can’t park there,” the woman shouted.
I looked behind me.
My Ford F-250 was sitting on the gravel lane my grandfather had built in 1964.
“Where exactly would you like
