My high school class from South Haven has a group text where we share things going all the way back to a time when the world was so different than is the case today.Yes, that was longer ago than all of us probably want to admit, and my classmates and I have certainly been around the blocks of life between then, and now. I am often reminded of a classic Jim Croce song, “Photographs and Memories,” when I think of our group.Recently, one of my classmates posted that he was going to retire from farming and that this would be his last wheat harvest.