09/08/2026
My first year in the House I had an office so small that I want you to visualize the size of the smallest bathroom in your home. Now to further illustrate my reference, imagine removing the toilet and replacing it with a desk; now you get the picture.
Well, that first year at the capital, I got a visit from the Cattlemen. They were big burley guys wearing fancy belt buckles and rather large cowboy hats. A couple of them had to stand outside my office because these rather large men could not all fit into my little cubicle. I was honest when we first met and told them my knowledge of their issues and problems being cattle ranchers was very limited. I did let them know I understood that Missouri was the second state in the country with family-owned farms. The one man I remembered smiling let me know that was actually more knowledge than some at the capital. After we all laughed, I looked at their legislative agenda. I saw that Representative Dane Diehl was sponsoring most of their bills. Dane is a great young man and the two of us hit it off extremely well during the freshman bus tour. After reassuring the group of rather large men I would support their interests, I didn’t see them again the rest of the session. That summer, Dane Diehl called and said the Cattlemen asked him to pass on an invitation to that city-slicker friend from Arnold to attend their annual Cattlemen’s Dinner in Sedalia at the State Fair grounds. My response was to ask if chicken or fish was on the menu like most dinners I attend. Both of us laughed regarding my attempt at humor and Dane assured me that it would be the best steak I had ever eaten. My friend had been right, and the meal was exquisite with several hundred in attendance for a modest cost.
I have had rural Missouri’s back since I arrived at the capital and always support legislation that Representative Dane Diehl sponsors for farmers and cattle ranchers. I will however stop short of talking about any Cattleman’s endorsement for this upcoming election on a state computer. I will just end with a story concerning my best friend from the third grade who moved to Kansas in the 1970’s to take over the farm his grandfather owned after he got sick.
I have several stories I could share involving the city slicker going to the country but the first one that comes to mind was helping my friend with his chores that lasted until after dark. So, when I say after dark, I mean pitch black, because of not having lights from suburbia illuminating the farm. I could not see the hand in front of my face outside without a flashlight.
Completing that last chore, my friend took his tractor and filled the front bucket with hay to pitch over the fence for an enormous bull. My friend told me one bull serviced 30 cows which I did find interesting but a story for another time. Anyway, my job was to go into this small silo with grain all over the floor and gather up a five-gallon bucket worth and put it into the scoop on the front of the tractor outside the door on top of the hay. I did as he asked and then started to look for the door when I felt something rub across my leg in the dark. There were many things I thought might be the culprit and high on my list was a coyote, since it had been the topic of discussion the past couple of nights messing with their cattle. When sharing this story with my friend Rep. Dane Diehl he began to laugh already knowing how the story would end. As God is my witness thinking it had been a farm cat, who had rubbed up against my leg in the dark was probably about fifty down on my list of possibilities. My childhood friend saw me flying out of the silo and this made him laugh hysterically already seeing the cat jump into the silo and knowing I didn’t. Retelling the story, Dane laughed as my childhood friend had at my expense. Even a gorilla was higher on my list of possibilities than a farm cat.
I am grateful the Cattlemen have accepted me, even though I do not fully understand their way of life. I deeply respect the work they do to make Missouri a major agricultural state. Voting records matter, but relationships are what get things done at the State Capitol. I am tremendously grateful for the many friendships I have made, friendships that will last a lifetime. It is an honor and privilege to serve.
It is an honor and privilege to serve.