Sometimes I still shake my head in disbelief that my coming up with something to uses on Twitter, has stuck with me as a personal brand of sorts. But once JPlovesCOTTON started to stick, I embraced it, have even purposefully encouraged it. That takes a new step now.

If you are seeing this in your subscription email, you wouldn’t see the new logo that’s at the top of the website, so let me put it in here now. Oh wait, there are actually two logos — one is being used in the header and the other is waiting for this big reveal. 

I hope you think they fit. They have a bit of energy behind them in my opinion…. positive energy for me and I hope for you too.

Why have a logo?

For a while, I’ve wanted to change the look of the blog…. and since JPlovesCOTTON became a brand for me years ago, it seemed I should just go ahead and let that lead. And it seemed like a logo seemed the perfect start. Problem was, I wasn’t sure what I wanted from it.

The Process of Design

Having worked in marketing a long time, I know that can take quite a process. Still, I wanted to get to work on it. Yeah, you can see that I made some bad decisions early on!

I had one go at it with a dear friend who really was happy to help. He did great work but I had trouble really articulating what I wanted. It made the design process arduous. I wanted to love one of the concepts he came up with (as did he) but my lack of direction made it painful for both of us.

A year after I really wanted that to work, I decided to go a totally different route because I saw the logo that my friend Natasha had created for her We Sow We Grow community garden in Chicago. That got me thinking about what I wanted to capture with a logo and with that I asked who had designed hers and got in touch with Mandi Buckner.

Working with Mandi Buckner on a New Logo

Mandi has designed quite a few logos so she had a whole series of questions for me on what types of elements, emotions I wanted to convey, how the design would be used and more. We talked about schedules and timing and of course we discussed fees and what would be provided at the end of the process.

You can see her first take at right. She totally got me and my mind raced with ways to fine tune it. Lucky for me I got these the same week I got my iPad Pro so I could play with ideas as I traveled.

That was when I decided the design could be strong enough to be simplified and I asked her to do two versions for me, still wondering whether I would be able to do it. She worked on some things and we were both thrilled.

Lots More to Do

So the logo is a start. I need to get the blog redesigned some more but it was safe holding onto the logo… something I’ve been doing for months. I’m ready to put it out there. Let you guys see it, tell me what you think.

And I have decided to start it with a new project, but I think I’ll write another post for that story…. for now, I want to find myself some lunch!

I Would Love to Hear Your Reactions!

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Communities of builders. They are everywhere. People who are looking to make themselves, their families and their communities better. People who put out a hand or knee to help others climb up whether that means pulling someone’s weight or providing a platform for others to grow from.
I have been lucky to have lots of those builders in my personal and professional lives… and those lives are so intermingled that I have a lot of trouble distinguishing the two. And the builders who have helped, usually have been or become friends and mentors.

While I have lots of examples of people who selflessly helped me improve myself, the one that comes to mind so clearly this week is Louisiana’s Dorothy Young. I’ve written about Mrs. Dorothy and her husband Mr. Ray before but I am not sure I drove it home why she’s such a driving force in my life (and no doubt the lives of countless others).

The first on-farm visit I ever did was to the Young’s to hear what they had been doing. We had a great day with Mr. Ray (her dear husband) showing me around for a couple of hours. Me absorbing everything I could! And ended with lunch at home as Mr. Ray fixed the meal for all of us and Mrs. Dorothy came home from work.

Great visit that really helped me get on a good start of getting to know farmers, their families and communities. But it was almost a year later (my first Beltwide Cotton Conference) as memory serves when I really found out how incredible Mrs. Dorothy was.

It was my first big conference for work. There were at least half a dozen talks at any time and thousands of people rushing to the places they needed to be. I still remember feeling lost and vulnerable and wondering whether I would find my footing. Even writing that now, my eyes get misty and I picture this great light & feeling I could do it… the source you probably guessed was Mrs. Dorothy. She helped me get a strong foundation to build from in an industry I ended up calling home years later.

She helped me overcome that lack of confidence by introducing me to the many people she knew. She talked about what a great visit on the farm we had had, the nice article I had written and more. She even told them that she knew I’d need to do more of that and she knew they’d return my calls. I will never know how much of the early work I did could be attributed to Mrs Dorothy but even decades later, she can and does open doors for me when I see her. I just hope I live up to that confidence and that my paying it forward has half the impact on someone she had on me.

I’m not naive. The demolition teams or destroyers are out there too. They leave one hell of an impression or a path of destruction as the case my be. We’ve all seen them rip through our lives. And I have to say with some regret, that there have been a few times when I was more of this than I’d like to admit.

When I look around me now, I see incredible people who are busy building their lives but never so busy they can’t help build others. I’ve always had some of those people in my world but I can also remember times where I had people who looked at things far differently around me. It was hard to think of at the time, and really hard to do, but people I thought of as friends had slowly taken me down a spiral.

I remember stopping and thinking about what was happening, what, if anything I could do about it and when I compared how that impacted me versus other people, I made a conscious choice to seek the company of builders and limit my interactions with destroyers. Admittedly, I have had moments where I may have taken a metaphorical sledgehammer to a wall but I hope those abrupt renovations are rarer each year. I’ve learned I can take a more gentle approach to renovating and I’ll probably create a helluva lot less dust!

I try to make those positive choices far more frequently than the other choices I’m given. I try to give people the benefit of the doubt when I see a sledgehammer raised and yet, if I see the weight bearing walls crumbling, I don’t stay for the final implosion. I don’t want to be in the crowd watching the destruction, instead I love that I have communities who will be looking for vacant lots that will be just right for a new project…. and there is always an extra hammer around if you want to help with a 2×4 or two.

Who’s someone who really helped build you up?

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October is devoted to raising awareness in breast cancer. We see the NFL and Delta Airlines go pink to raise awareness but what can a cotton farmer do? How can you tell when a cotton farmer is committed to something? Well, the best examples are clear to the eye! October brings harvest time and modules are a great canvas for making a statement. And it seems a lot of them have gone pink this month!

Yes, cotton farmers have been showing their support of breast cancer research. My friend Marjory caught this on a gin yard in Greenwood, Mississippi the first of October.

And then I saw Cannon & Heidi Michael from California (he’s @agleader on Twitter) popping up pink today and I couldn’t put off posting this any longer. Think about how many people can be prompted to think pink when they roll past round modules that big wrapped in pink!

And I have to share one of my favorite t-shirts. I found out about it a couple of years ago around the same time of year as a community was hosting an event to raise money for research & support.

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Have you heard about Pima cotton? It tends to be considered softer and smoother because of the length and strength improvements which allow for high counts on weaving. In fact, some people compare the feeling of Pima to silk. It remains a premium product that provides a diffrent feel and high quality product that can lead to a longer lifespan.

Pima needs to be ginned on special equipment (roller gins designed to minimize lint breakage further). With the requirement of that specialized equipment as well as the reality that Pima cottons grow better in hot dry areas, it tends to be grown in parts of California, Arizona and West Texas. Farmers receive a premium for growing Pima cotton.

Pima is actually genetically different than upland cotton and has different flowers that look more like a hibiscus than the upland cotton found in the majority of our cotton clothing and textiles.

Supima is a superior Pima grown in the US and is part of a marketing program. You can learn more from the Supima FAQ on their website, information on their blog or follow them on Twitter (@Supima).

Less About Cotton, More About Native American history

By the way, the #agnerd & #peoplenerd in me has to point out that Pima is also a Native American tribe. And in fact, growing up that was my first connection to the word as a friend of my family was Pima. A website on the tribe’s history says this about their connection to agriculture:

Agriculture by the aid of irrigation has been practiced by the Pima from prehistoric times. Each community owned an irrigation canal, often several miles in length, the waters of the rivers being diverted into them by means of rude dams; but in recent years they have suffered much from lack of water owing to the rapid settlement of the country by white people. Until the introduction of appliances of civilization they planted with a dibble, and later plowed their fields with crooked sticks drawn by oxen. Grain is threshed by the stamping of horses and is winnowed by the women, who skillfully toss it from flat baskets. Wheat is now their staple crop, and during favorable seasons large quantities are sold to the whites. They also cultivate corn, barley, beans, pumpkins, squashes, melons, onions, and a small supply of inferior short cotton. One of the principal food products of their country is the bean of the mesquite, large quantities of which are gathered annually by the women, pounded in mortars or ground on metates, and preserved for winter use. The fruit of the saguaro cactus (Cereus giganteus) is also gathered by the women and made into a syrup; from this an intoxicating beverage was formerly brewed. As among most Indians, tobacco was looked upon by the Pima rather as a sacred plant than one to be used for pleasure. Formerly they raised large herds of cattle in the grassy valleys of the upper Gila. The women are expert makers of water-tight baskets of various shapes and sizes, decorated in geometric designs. They also manufacture coarse pottery, some of which, however, is well decorated. Since contact with the whites their native arts have deteriorated.

via Pima Indian Tribe History.

It’s the “small supply of inferior short cotton” that catches my attention. The names of so many places I’ve been have been connected to the Pima for generations. And in the past century, the development of longer, stronger fiber suitable for Arizona has enabled a lot more farmers to grow higher quality varieties in the Gila River Valley and other areas.

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Bucking the Wordless patterns to put a brief editor’s note:  My family has the tradition of putting handmade Christmas ornaments on our Christmas trees. I’ve got ornaments from my grandmom, mom, sisters, nieces & nephews, etc. The ornaments that make the most sense for this blog post though are ones that connect to agriculture. And my favorite ones all have a cotton theme!

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So the reality is, I was so excited to finally get Alicia into a cotton field at harvest, that I was giddy. You can hear it at the beginning of this video. (Yes, I resoundingly admit to being an agnerd.)

But seriously, having had cotton as the focus of so much of my work over the last mumble mumble years, and having not been able to really share that with some close family members due to the long distances…. well, it was long-awaited and did not disappoint.

Talking through the look and feel of the plant — seeds in the locks, some immature fiber that would make for a question if there was much of it (and there wasn’t) and basically getting set for a day of fun. I hope you enjoy the video.

This is part of my Cotton 101 series. I feel like I need to put a disclaimer here, I really enjoy cotton & have worked with it a long time but I’m not an expert. I just know experts (farmers, physiologists, consultants, etc.) I hope you enjoy what I’m doing, if so, subscribe via email above right.

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Following is a guest post by my niece Alicia who’s currently working on her masters in education at the University of Memphis (she’s the fourth generation of women in my family to go there!).  I’ve been lucky enough to have her living with me — we both seem to be enjoying it! I so appreciate her willingness to share what she learned her first time out on a working farm on this scale.

First I want to say that writing this blog is a little out of my comfort zone, but it was a lot of fun being in the field and I figured I would share what I learned for the rest of the people out there who know little about cotton farming, as I do.

With that disclaimer, let me start my blog post.

I recently had my first experience on a real farm that wasn’t there for tourists.  Janice has worked in cotton since before I can remember and I have always been told how important it and other natural fibers are to our lives.  I went with her to a friend’s farm to see how cotton was picked.  Being from a small town in the South, I am used to fields of crops and farm equipment, however, cotton is not grown near my hometown in North Carolina.  It was quite different from what I am used to seeing.  This was the first time I’ve been in a cotton field and been able to look at the bolls up close.

Being in the field of cotton brought up some thoughts about how things are made.  I wear cotton almost everyday, but rarely think about how it comes from a plant.  It’s strange to think that a seed is what started the beginning of my favorite t-shirt but I digress.

We got up Saturday and got a late breakfast on the long (for Memphis) drive out to the farm.  When we got there, there were two pickers in the field along with a boll buggy, module maker, and a shredder.  Before that day I would not have been able to tell you what any of these looked like much less how they worked.  I’m not saying I’m an expert on them now, but I do understand the basics. 

The pickers were two different models, one that built modules on board and one that doesn’t, hence the need for the boll buggy and module maker.  We spent a long time watching the machines work in the field, while trying to stay out of their way.  My favorite time was when the two pickers were facing each other and it seemed like they were dueling, of course they weren’t they were figuring out the rest of the field since they were now working in the same area.  Janice’s friend Bob wasn’t in the field when we got there, but showed up a little later with lunch for the all the guys who were working.

After the guys filled up on fried chicken I got in the picker that makes its own modules with Tim (there is actually a “buddy” seat for riders).  This was by far the biggest vehicle/machine I had ever been on besides a plane.  Tim and I headed through the fields of already picked and cut cotton to cross the street and head to a new field.  It was quite bumpy riding in the picker. 

As we were crossing the fields I was noticing the different computers and technology inside.  This was something that I had never really thought about when seeing tractors and other machines in fields.  There were many conveniences inside along with the high tech gear.  One screen shows the exact location of the field as well as other information to keep track of the cotton.  There is one to show the images off the three different cameras on the machine and another to show how full the module is.

When we started picking in the other field, I learned about some of the differences between the two types of pickers. Who would have thought that the turning radius would be so different on two such similar machines, not me?  I know this because when there was just our picker in the field we weren’t skipping any rows in between like before lunch when there were two in the same field.  I was in the picker for about an hour and picked one module full of cotton, well Tim picked it, I just watched.  However, it didn’t seem like that much time had passed as it was fascinating to watch the cotton get pulled in by the six pickers on the front right below my feet.  It was also interesting because the plants themselves are left standing after going through hundreds of steel teeth.

After just a few hours on a farm I learned a lot about how things work.  Many things that are used everyday by me and my friends start in a field, which is strange to think about.  I have a greater appreciation to those that work out in the field everyday in order for people like me to have nice things than I had before.  I learned a bunch of stuff on the farm, and know that there will be more lessons coming to me from an ag standpoint while living with Janice.

If you have a chance to experience something like this I strongly encourage you to do so.  I had a lot of fun and have a great story to share with my future students.

As I mentioned in my blog post Friday, we are starting a series of Cotton 101 posts and I got energized to create a logo to provide a link to all of them as they come out.

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Recently I started having conversations with people about a big change I’m making. And while I’ve known it was coming for a while, I didn’t necessarily fully think through all of the implications…. But I am getting ahead of myself. Let me rewind a bit and if I rewind too much feel free to skip around.

I am so lucky

I have an incredible job. Friends and family joke that I was born a communicator. I took photos, wrote things down a lot, etc from very early. And I was blessed with the gift of gab. I can’t really imagine too many strangers – mainly cause I will approach most anyone with a question. To get paid to do something that seems so central to my being & happiness is amazing!

Somehow, I was also blessed with finding agriculture early in my career development. Somehow, very unexpectedly, they clicked together and since I’m Southern, that has mainly meant cotton. I can’t imagine what my life and career would be like without this incredible industry and the people I cherish.

In my career I have worked for trade magazines in Memphis. I moved to White Plains, New York for a great public relations job. I moved to the Mississippi Delta to do a wide variety of communications for a small cotton seed company of ~600 employees. And when that company was purchased by another, and after more than 15 years away from my hometown, I returned to Memphis and took a trade media relations focused role.

Yes, cotton has been central to my sense of self since I talked to my first cotton farmer in the 1980s. Such a very big part that when I decided to take the plunge into Twitter and blogging, I chose that for my “handle.”

Changing Jobs? Changing Cities?

Very few folks know that although I love my job, I had talked to a few folks about doing something different. You know it seems sometimes change will do you good. I think that even though I raised the topic with a few folks there was some disbelief that I would really make a change. I may have been one of the doubters too! 

Then in August I was told my job in cotton and crop protection would be relocated to St. Louis. I really wondered for a flash second what I would choose. I say a flash second because I was told that a new position doing some of the exact things I had proposed a year ago was also on the table. I had the option of moving for either job or remaining in my hometown of Memphis and finding something else. Hmmm… that takes some thought…

To tell the truth, I think I made the decision while we were having the conversation but there were several factors to consider.

Location

Is either location choice so strong that it makes the decision for me? I have lived in several places over my career. Let’s see how the two stack up.

Memphis

• I love Memphis and being back in Memphis has been incredible.
• I love being able to see my nephew’s band concerts or to play Beatles Rock Band with my niece just because.
• Calling my mom and asking if she wants to grab a bite is incredibly cool.
• An older niece is in Memphis for the first time in her life and I have the blessed reality of getting to spend a lot of time with her.
• I have great friends here who I relish time with.
• Great music venues everywhere you look. Everywhere.
• Tiger basketball.
• Wow with sunsets over the river.
• This is home even after being away for more than 15 years. Its incredibly deep in me.
• Snow is rare and in my world that is a good thing.

St. Louis

• I have a few friends from college there who I really enjoy hanging out with.
• The people I work with at Monsanto, some of them are truly great friends. Some are long time friends, from my days in the Delta others I have met more recently but are great friends just the same.
• My friends in St Louis have done everything they can to make me feel at home on my many visits there over the years. (This past weekend included one friend’s wedding and watching another’s daughter carve a pumpkin.)
• I hear there is great music… And there are lots of sports teams.
• It is on the river, just 4.5 to 5 hours north of Tom Lee Park.
• There are great camera stores in St. Louis and lots of places I’ve never photographed.
• Having home base move means the possible destinations of weekend trips change too.

Career Choices

So having figured out I can be happy either place, my decision had to be about what I wanted to do professionally. I have to say I’ve been very lucky in my career. I’ve got an incredible network that has always come through for me with job opportunities. I have a reasonably good reputation in the industry so I’d like to think with time & persistence, I could find something awesome.

My guess however is that something awesome wouldn’t happen for me in my field in Memphis. There are other options I could pursue here and I would have some flexibility in taking time to find the right job rather than needing to snap at the first thing to come along. But the reality is, I was able to get back here thanks to Monsanto and I’m not sure that I could find something else that would really be challenging and rewarding that also pulled upon what I think are strengths that I really enjoy.

The options in St. Louis were clear:

• Continue working for a company I believe in, one that has incredible vision for the future of agriculture.
• I could continue to work in the cotton industry I love or try my hand at something new that sounded right up my alley.
• I’d be able to remain in agriculture and have the ability to learn some new areas while continuing some of the things I already know.
• Work with folks I know, like and respect.
• Something that offers continued growth & development.

My Decision

As people bought charcoal and planned activities for Labor Day and as I hung out with friends on a vacation that was spent talking about telling your personal ag story, I was deciding what course my future would go. No doubt you have already figured out that I’m making the move to St. Louis and will continue to work for Monsanto. I’m really excited about the next chapter of my career and looking at some of the broader topics impacting agriculture. Its a new role so there isn’t an exact job description, or at least I haven’t gotten a copy of one yet.

Yes, this has already had a few folks accuse me of traitor-like behavior. One good friend who’s a cotton farmer actually suggested I’d have to change my Twitter handle and blog address to the past tense and say “JPlovedCOTTON.” He pronounced that “d” quite prominently but he knows you can take the girl out of the cotton but you can’t take the cotton out of the girl. And you certainly won’t take it out of my personal blog!

My job within public affairs will let me work with some of the other organizations engaged in agriculture, some of the media and social media too. With the number of things going on both for work and personally, I’ll be taking a little time before I actually make the move. So it will be after New Year’s before I put my house on the market so it will probably be spring or so before I relocate.

I’ve got great friends in St. Louis already asking to help me look for a house — one even suggested I get my primary criteria out and have a contest for them all to find me a home — winner gets a home cooked meal (I am afraid that may be selfish on my part as I’m not that good of a cook!).

Yes, a change is gonna come. And it’s a change I’m excited about! I can almost picture myself in the spring already enjoying the new job and location.

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The same pictures come to mind every year on this day (September 11). Millions of Americans with a shared experience. Early in our days we heard or saw the events unfold in New York City and Washington DC. To say it is a formative event in our nation’s history could be right but I think so much of the personal impacts.

Since I started this blog last fall, I haven’t shared my personal account of 9/11 broadly but as I sit in the quiet of the morning, it is all I can think about suddenly.

As I’ve mentioned before, I lived in the New York met or area for a number of years. I have to say, moving to Mississippi from New York was an experience. And the fact I had done that raised a lot of eyebrows in the small towns I began calling home (one I lived in, one I worked in).

I had made return visits to New York including the 2000 World Series affectionally known as the Subway Series. Granted I couldn’t afford game tickets, but I just felt the need to be among the electricity in the city that never sleeps when such a frenzy of baseball excitement was happening.

The morning of the attack on New York, I was headed to work – it was a 30 minute drive in my Jeep and early September was the sort of time where all cares could be blown away by putting the top down and a light jacket on. I got to the office a bit late and everyone had been looking for me. I hadn’t heard my mobile phone ring thanks to the wind and the music pumping. Looking back, I am so glad I didn’t.

But upon my arrival at the office, a colleague asked if I had heard about what was happening in New York. My expression made it clear I had not and I tried to process the story of a plane crashing into a building. We went to a TV and shared the horror of others. I could have spent day and night there.

One of my major thoughts was how I had been to lower Manhattan recently with the company president, CEO and CFO for an investor event. We had held it in the Marriott World Trade Center but I walked a mere two-three blocks to a friends apartment and had the most stellar view I could think of – looking one way, the splendor of the World Trade Center and the other the light from the Statue of Liberty. I had been jealous of the opportunity the friend had as I enjoyed it, now I was scared to death for him.

I watched for a while and saw more unfold, the second plane and the towers as they crashed. I decided I couldn’t watch TV any longer and went to my office in shock. Somehow I thought I would find news of friends – sent emails to all in New York City saying my thoughts and prayers are with them and I hope to hear from them soon. I then started sending messages to friends outside Manhattan asking that we help keep others up-to-date.

I was so incredibly lucky to be shaken out of this zombie-like state. There was a group of farmers from South Texas who had come all the way to Mississippi for a field day. I was supposed to host them for their tours! I had to get right on that. Having something that required me to focus on something else was critical, even if at the time I may not have been quite as on top of things as normal.

Of course, nothing was normal that day. All the farmers had called family & loved ones to assure them they were fine. They were looking for news from family and friends who lived or had traveled to New York or Washington DC that fated 9/11. But they all wanted to go to the field too knowing the news would come as available so that’s what we did. And as we came in from the field after a couple of hours, we caught up on the latest news with everyone. And began to wonder how these guys could get home. It seemed everything unfolding was impacting my small part of the world. I could only imagine what it was like in the area I had once called home.

Our salesmen had rented vans to get to Scott from the airport. After a lot of discussion, it was decided the group would fill up gas tanks and start driving home. They figured it would get worse before it got better and we were going to have a lot of trouble getting 20 seats on a plane. These guys would rather stick together driving than having folks separate.

By the time they left, several tear-filled phone calls telling folks someone was fine had come through. I had lots of emails and a few phone calls myself. It took far too long to get the news and so many people were worried…. but the relief was unimaginable once the list had been accounted for and folks were okay.

It took a while before someone mentioned they really like the picture of the Twin Towers in my office. I had forgotten exactly how much NY was part of my space, and while it hurt to look at the photo and realize the world was changed forever, I needed to do that. It was the least I could do considering what friends in NY had to face.

My friend who lived so nearby ended up unable to return home for a long time. And when he did, the view was so incredibly different, but the resilience he showed was similar to that shown by so many Americans in the weeks, months and years since. Probably the best example of resiliency is that as I finished up this blog post, my niece learned a friend was now engaged – the proposal came through a newspaper ad this morning!

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Today I drove through the Mississippi Delta through occasional showers and heavy rain at times. There were quite a few fields harvested…. Corn was long gone, sorghum and some soybeans and rice were cut.

Even while driving at highway speeds I could see negative impacts of this untimely rain. So when I got to an area where the rain had stopped, I pulled off the highway to snap a few photos of rice fields.

Following are a couple of shots that show how consistent a rice field should look this time of year. As well as a close of rice heads.

The next few photos show you the tdamage in another field where lodging is an issue. Lodging simply means the plants are laying done before they have been harvested.

There are a few reasons lodging can happen in crops like rice, wheat and corn. Some that farmers have talked to me about are:
– Disease
– Bad weather (esp. wind, rain and hail)
– Genetics for stalk / shaft strength
– Inability to harvest on a timely basis

Hopefully, the weather will turn around before any additional damage is done because harvesting equipment have trouble picking the crops up, which means farmers end up leaving some of their yield on the ground.

Do you have questions about rice or lodging?

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