By Nasrin Nawa
On a bitter October morning in 1982, Chuck Zangger stood in his field near North Loup, staring at the brittle, ruined stalks of corn. The early frost had stolen the popcorn grower’s harvest — 600 acres of kernels that would never pop.
He knelt, scooping a handful of hard, lifeless seeds into his palm, rubbing them between his fingers as the wind whistled through the empty husks. Years of work, gone overnight.
Frustration churned in his chest as he trudged back inside and picked up the phone. He expected advice or sympathy when he called his seed supplier, Crookham Company., in Idaho. Instead, the voice on the other end delivered a challenge.