"Why are you standing in a cornfield?" Fair question. I didn't mention that I'd risen from my knees before accepting the video call. "Must be a hundred and ten degrees there. And you are sweating like the proverbial pig. Is everything okay?" Another fair question, though it was probably not a click above a hundred in the shade where the ten-foot-high stalks stood tall and just inches apart in their tidy rows. Admittedly,...