Saturday, October 30, 2010

A holy experience

"It killed my Dad that he worked the dirt to pay the taxes to pay the checks of teachers who told his kids that working the dirt wasn’t worthy work."

A beautiful love story.

In defense of food. You'll love this.

1 comment:

Three Score and Ten or more said...

Lovely. I confess that my dad didn't want me to be a boilermaker,(even if he got me a job as a boilermaker where I could work while I was in college)but this was a lovely thought about the land, and I, for one have worked at a lot of jobs. (The foreman at the milk plant where I worked between school terms in New York bragged that he had the only milk plant in New York who had a PhD running a bottling machine).