In the summer of 1965, I hauled feed barley to the Occident Elevator in Mandan in Dad’s 1950 three-quarter-ton Chevy pickup truck. The price of feed barley had finally climbed above $1 a bushel, a price too good to pass up. The year before must have been a good enough harvest to have enough barley for the hogs and milk cows, with enough leftover for seed, so that feed barley ended up as a cash crop.