I have very distinct memories of my dad walking through his garden
with a salt shaker in one hand and ripe tomato in the other. It has
been my goal to recreate that memory when our tomatoes ripened... and
now I can do it every day.
The only thing that could make this any better would be for my dad to
still be on this planet to enjoy them with me. Heck, there are ten
possible dimensions right? Who's to say he's not?
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