The Farm

My friend is what you might call, a gentlemen farmer. A boy from the city with his own piece of land in the country. Saturday we took an outing to the farm, big trucks, dirt roads, cows, shooting guns and some friendly talk with an actual farmer.

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And then we made our way back into the city and dined at Grimaldi’s, which made it my second time at that particular establishment within 3 days…and the second time that day that I had eaten pizza. In my old age I’ve become a person of habit.

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