Another surplus squash tale...

There was an Indian gentleman that walked past my house nearly every day. I would say hi if I was outside. He never said hi back.

One afternoon when the surplus squash was on display, he stopped and asked if it was alright to partake. I told him he could have as much as he wanted. We talked a few minutes and I mentioned my tomatoes were not doing well. He offered to bring me tomatoes from his plants.

After that day he always returned a hello as he passed by.