General Malaise
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Right after I posted that, I texted my mom about peanut butter falling off the truck during her working days. She instantly responded, “boy, it wasn’t just peanut butter…” and spent several minutes recapping her food sales rep black market highlight reel. “It’s safe to tell you all this now…”
Glad I didn’t know the depth of it then, happy to know it now. I’ll admit it. I was impressed.
That's awesome! My mom loved figs. I never understood it, but she thought they were fruit gold. When she and my dad looked for a house in the Portland area, she required (and found) a house with a mature and fruitful fig tree.
When we were kids, we didn't have one in our Dallas home BUT we would take evening "track walks" (our entertainment consisted of my parents getting a quart of beer with a bag, giving us a Slurpee and walking us a mile or two on the train tracks and back, flattening coins when trains came, throwing rocks off train trestles into the murky water below, etc). There was a home along the tracks with a row of fig trees in the back near where we parked. I vividly remember my mom sprinting over there and plucking a few figs before sprinting back to us in the waiting car. My dad drove away like they had robbed a bank. Ahhhh, memories.
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