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Dear Readers, Normally when I write about something other than food or farm weddings, it's about something I have found amusing or curious.  So this is your fair warning -- I'm going to be serious.  This Tuesday, I went to my first town hall --ever!  I went to express my concerns to Iowa Senator Grassley about a number of things, but mostly about the dangers of repealing the ACA without an adequate and quick replacement.  Who knew that before the end of the day I would have people sending me clips of me on Greta and in the morning I'd wake up and see myself on Morning Joe -- Wow -- that was surreal !!!  And boy I am glad I managed to comb my hair, put on a little lipstick and throw on a clean sweater. Upfront I want to say "I AM NOT A PAID ACTIVIST".  I don't even know how you could get a paid gig and dang, if I was going to do it for money, I sure would try to do it in a warmer location than Iowa.  I love living on our century family farm in Iowa, but I think I would lobby for somewhere with white sand and beaches. I may not be a paid activist, but I have discovered my activist roots.  I was recently reminded of several stories about my maternal grandmother, Mame.  During the depression she was the first woman Democratic Chairperson for our county.  I find this pretty amazing since it was only about 15 years earlier women got the vote.  Oh, ok, there were only five Democrats in a sea of Republican farm families -- but it was still cool.  It was also told that she had what was called a "marked" house.  Hobos and homeless men out...