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One fall morning at the farmer’s market, I struck up a conversation with a young couple juggling two toddlers and a basket full of broccoli.

Back in early spring, I took a short trip to a small mountain town with a few retired teacher friends. We rented a little cabin

One fall afternoon at a roadside antique show just outside of Asheville, I struck up a chat with an older gentleman selling cast iron skillets

A few autumns back, I struck up a long chat with a man flipping burgers at a roadside stand just outside a county fair in

I was at a little seafood shack along the coast of Maine a few summers ago, chatting with an old fisherman named Frank while we