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TRUE STORY

In the 1980's, I moved to San Diego, California. I read a book about 3 downed flyers in a raft during WW2. The author was the captain, who lamented that he'd probably never get back to his 3 acre avocado ranch near San Diego, a ranch he called Calavo

Hmmm. I looked up his name in the white papers phone directory, and sure enough, there he was. I called him and spoke to his wife who invited me out to the avocado ranch home. She showed me the raft on the garage wall and when I asked about the fruit trees, she told me that he owns over 20,ooo acres of avocado trees, covering the entire area. She asked if I liked avocados and I said I'd never had one. She grabbed a 5 gallon bucket and we picked fruit until the bucket was full. She gave me the bucket and told me how to eat them.

I went back to San Diego where my wife and I ate them. That was my first avocado. Today we spread it on tortilla bread, add four strips of bacon and eat them like burritos. We call them - 'Guac & Roll'.

Interesting that the seed was never watered or fertilized. Bad times make strong avocados. Farmed seeds make for weaker avocados.

Just like with people.

Poor old Lorna looks like she's remembering her dead husband's huge testicles, that smile says it all Queeri!.

Avacados are so goddamned gross. Quacamole is even worse. Foul, musky-tasting slime, yet people pay top dollar for a disgusting fruit that tastes like offseason pussy.

That last part was for you, Neri.