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Every late summer we buy lots and lots of corn from a local farmer, just about every day. There it is, in a big cart, and next to it the little metal cash box. It's wonderful that this is possible. The farmer's wife told us that in the many years they have sold corn in their driveway like this, no one has taken one dime out of that box. Only in Vermont! How then to explain the cruel and malicious theft at our place this week. My husband loves chrysanthemums and for his birthday last week I bought him two huge ones and put them in old bushel baskets on our stone wall out by the entrance to the driveway, for our pleasure and for everyone else passing on our dirt road. Yesterday one of them was gone without a trace. Were I big-hearted I would say to the thief: enjoy these beautiful flowers of ours, we still have another bushel. What I really want to say is unprintable. For shame! Janet Watton Randolph Center |
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