Enjoying what we have this November
This man is so stuck in his ways,” I thought as I swatted the air away at my Grandpa. We were locked in a heated debate about organic food. His suggestion that organic was nothing more than a different sticker on a piece of fruit was the final straw.
My Grandpa was born in 1929 in rural Nebraska. He was poor. After being plagued by droughts, dust storms…
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