This, of course, was to me a signal to watch "Seems Like Old Times"

The soil out there where we live in Painan Acres is pretty bad. Old-timers will tell you that our neighborhood used to be a gravel pit, which would indicate that no abundance of flora sprang forth back in the day. In fact, they're still talking about the time a guy across the way was digging a hole to plant a tree, and his shovel hit something white, and he dug and dug and dug and found an entire full-size refrigerator, buried about a foot below ground. (It didn't work, and there was no antique food in there.) So there's no use for us to plant a little garden, what with so many great produce stands right nearby.
Another great advantage of not growing stuff in one's own happy garden is that, come July and August, the non-gardener is not dealing with the issue of how to hand out all the tomatoes, squash, cucumbers, corn, rutabagas and what-all else that spills out of the cornucopia. People in some towns find themselves having lock their car doors at night; if they don't, they will find a couple of the neighbor's Big Boy


Peggy and I have saved enough money to go to Europe several times by just buying our corn


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