Oct 01, 2011
The sweetheart and I spent last weekend in Charlotte, North Carolina to visit our friends Mo and Sam and their lovely six-month-old Dominic. It was great to catch up, eat delicious food and explore a city to which I’d never been before. Saturday morning we woke up, had a great brunch and then went to a nearby farmer’s market, where I happened upon a pickle stand called Pickleville. Now, I LOVE pickles. I eat pickles all the time. I am somewhat of a pickle connoisseur and have to say that the dill I had from Pickleville was the best I’ve ever had. In honor of this, I left the 51st section of the poem in Pickleville!
(I and mine do not convince by arguments, similes, rhymes, we convince by our presence)

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