Odd Jobs, Barbed Wire and Noodle Soup

I once wrote a story about the oddest job I’ve ever held. At least, I think it was the oddest job. I’ve had some peculiar ones over the years, such as working in a shoe factory in Israel, house demolition in Hawaii, house-building in the Amazon, producing...

Picking Strawberries…

Here’s a recent photo from our farm. Yeah, those strawberries are sweet, but it’s hard work. You don’t see any white people doing this kind of job here in California. Actually, I think there was one on a berry crew last summer I heard about. When I...

The story of apple pie, or the apple pie of stories

A good apple pie isn’t that much different than a good story. Both of them require a baker of sorts. Both of them rearrange pre-existing items into a mixture. The pie and the story are then eaten and, hopefully, appreciated. Both of them provide sustenance. We bake a...

Celery Harvest–Salinas, California–July 5, 2012

Food is more important than art, despite any pompous protestations of the over-educated. It’s a simple equation. No food=death. No art≠death. Art’s nice, don’t get me wrong, but if I have to choose between the Mona Lisa and some way of obtaining food...