Landless in North Dakota
When I went to Williston, North Dakota to report for the Century on churches in the oil boom, I had dinner at a place called Banquet West, a free meal on Sunday nights. At my table on that stormy March evening were people from around the country. At some point, talk turned to what each of them would be doing if they were able to accomplish their goals in the oil boom.
Greg came to Williston from Pennsylvania. He had spent his life raising cows to produce a specific kind of artisanal cheese. When he lost his farm, he was too heartbroken to sell his cattle. If he is able to make enough money in the oil boom, he said, he will buy a new plot of land and return his cows, now in the care of a friend, to his land. “In my heart,” he said. “I am a farmer. That is who I am. That is my passion.”
Larry, 40 years younger, came from Chicago. He also pictured himself on a plot of land, somewhere warmer than North Dakota. He casually mentioned the Dominican Republic.
