Caleb Jones

Its Good Till Its Gone

Its Good Till Its Gone

by Caleb Jones A couple of months ago, my brother and I took our boys, our dad and a handful of cousins and family friends on the fishing trip of a lifetime. Our destination was Fletcher Lake, Ontario. Calling it “remote” doesn’t do it justice. There are no roads to...

A Tax Worth Paying

by Caleb Jones I’m normally the guy who says, “Vote no on all taxes.” I get a burr in my saddle whenever I’m asked to pay a tax and can’t see where the money actually goes. But there’s one tax I’ll gladly pay: Missouri’s Parks, Soils and Water tax. This tiny one-tenth...

Happy birthday, America

Happy birthday, America

by Caleb Jones My little girl Charleston isn’t so little anymore. This past week, we celebrated her 11th birthday. As I was tucking her in the night before, I could feel the excitement. She had big plans for her special day. Thankfully, she looks like her mother, but...

The Real CEO

The Real CEO

by Caleb Jones Long before I convinced Lindsey to marry me, I learned I was going to have to earn it. If memory serves me right, I sent her flowers every day for a week before she would even return my call. Some men fall in love at first sight. I apparently signed up...

Lessons from the Open Road

Lessons from the Open Road

by Caleb Jones Missouri was home for the first stretch of Route 66 to ever be paved, but Route 66 changed lives for many people all across the country.   Growing up in Moniteau County, my world consisted mostly of gravel roads, neighboring towns and good fishing...

Choose Hope in Difficult Times

by Caleb Jones In February, I welcomed a few hundred electric cooperative friends to Jefferson City for our 2026 State Legislative Conference. They came from every corner of the state with one shared purpose — to make sure rural voices are part of the policy...

New Look for an Old Friend

New Look for an Old Friend

by Caleb Jones Growing up on the farm, there was a hierarchy for just about everything. By the time I got a pair of coveralls or jeans, they had already been worn by my older brother and usually had a hole or two to prove it. The one exception was boots. I always got...

A Doggone Good Lesson

A Doggone Good Lesson

by Caleb Jones  |  cjones@amec.coop There ain’t nothing better than a good dog. For me, that dog was Tuffy. He might’ve been a mutt, but the majority of his breed was “best friend.” Tuffy could round up cattle, chase off snakes and bark at any truck he didn’t...

Hillbilly traffic jam

Hillbilly traffic jam

by Caleb Jones  |  cjones@amec.coop I’ve figured out the best medicine for a long day at the office isn’t found in a bottle — it’s found on a lettered two-lane blacktop. There’s something about taking the long way home, rolling the windows down and letting the wind...

Nothing beats a county fair

Nothing beats a county fair

by Caleb Jones  |  cjones@amec.coop There’s nothing better than a good county fair. Corn dogs, funnel cakes, the 4-H cake decorating contest, every kind of critter you can imagine — and usually a pretty good tractor pull to top it off. Up until last week, my favorite...

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