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WebThe Great Pumpkin, dad and the IBEW Strike of 1966.
One of my favorite stories involved my dad, of all people, who hated gardening and never understood why my mom insisted on having a garden. I was no more than seven years old at the time, when I planted some pumpkin seeds in our backyard. But I planted them late, and my crop consisted of one tiny pumpkin. I watered and took care of it as best I could, knowing very little about gardening except that watering was necessary. That little pumpkin was pitiful. It was the “Charlie Brown Christmas Tree” of pumpkins. Read More…