The first summer I didn’t go back home I worked at a farm stand
near Agusta. Things were different down there in what was
south for me. Back home was so far north what we got on tv was all in French. The sign out front said “Farm Fresh & Native Grown”. Like all kids we made fun of people who came and went. There was this guy, drove up, wanted to know if the grapefruit was locally grown. Claude La Croix, he was from up north too, shakes his head a little and says “no sir, been a bad year for grapefruit around here, these came from New Hampshire.”
We laughed later, I still laugh now. Back home lying was a sin,
but we weren’t back home.

by – Doug Mathewson