The other day Granny Wise called and left a voicemail that said, "Bring me out a bag of Waron next time you come from town." I called her back the next day and said, "Granny, what do you mean, ‘Waron’?" She said, "Well, it’s something the government hands out to make things grow." "The government? You mean the extension service?" "I don’t know where to get it, but they spend like drunken sailors on it. I’ve been hearing about it for years. First there was the Waron poverty, and poverty has never done better. Then there was the Waron drugs, and now I could get drugs right down at the school bus stop if I wanted. Then, there’s the Waron terror and I’m more terrified every time I hear about it. I figure Waron must be some kind of super fertilizer. Steer manure on steroids."I said, "you’re crazy, Granny.""Only folks that know me would say so."