I wasn’t going to take a picture of these orange shelves in their obsessed with state until I saw the way our Hoosier Boy box looked on them. The box was on the way to the trash after all these years. I had electrical parts in it or something. We had this box since Bloomington. It reminds me of the tomatoes we grew in southern Indiana. I’d start with one stake and then another on the same plant and by the end of the season I’d have five stakes holding up the same overloaded plant. Of course the summers there were so hot and humid they would take the life right out of a person. That is unless you were hanging out at the quarries.
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