In 1999, I told my wife I was ready to slow down. I was fifty years old. I’d been in business for twenty years. After a long, slow climb to pay off the debt from my initial investment, my flour mill was making some real money. My goal had been to provide a new market for our farm and other organic farmers in the state, to prove that you could make a living without either the chemical treadmill or the commodity system. I felt like I’d accomplished that.