Early on in my developing relationship with Melissa, we shared a basket of grape tomatoes in a staff meeting. I was conducting the meeting, Melissa was participating in it, the group had agreed that healthier snacks than donuts might be good for our meeting and so I brought a veggie tray. I added the grape tomatoes for myself, thinking no one ever really enjoys the tomatoes on a veggie tray but me. Melissa stayed with me, though, tomato for tomato. I didn't wash those tomatoes before eating. I was very ill all the way home, had to stop a couple of times on the 40 minute drive. I was impressed with Melissa's tomato stamina--I don't remember encountering many people in my life who ever ate more than a couple of polite cherry tomatoes, as opposed to devouring the basket. I don't think she loves tomatoes anything like I do. Melissa has that way about her, though, embodying many complexities and nuances. I am sure I would have fallen in love with her anyway, but did that shared basket spark the recognition of soulmate? Could be . . .
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You must know that song about the virtues of "homegrown tomatoes"? I heard it first on KERA, back in the day )1988-1989) when KERA was awesome (they introduced me to the Indigo Girls, the Gypsy Kings, Malcolm Dalglish, Le Mystere de Voix Bulgare, Lyle Lovett and much, much more). Do you know who sings it?
I'm pretty sure I would have bought whatever you were selling just to get next to you. and stop using my name..you're supposed to call me "akid".
i'm ashamed . . . I don't know the song. We should search for it. What the hell happened to KERA? I remember when I would come to Dallas during college and listen to great music as well and that was in the early 90's. When did they switch formats so completely?
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