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| white sweet corn |
I was at the hairdresser last week. The esthetician was all upset. She is an older woman and it seems she had been asked to repeat her mammogram, including an additional ultrasound. For three days she had been in a private hell, worrying about the potential outcome. (That happened to me a few years ago so I could empathize). Everytime her phone rang, she went into a bit of a panic. After a little while, yet another phone call came in and this time it WAS her doctor. It turns out the results were negative and she was happy again! The hairdresser's assistant showed me photos of the recent Syrian refugee crisis. A young boy was found washed up on the shore of a Turkish beach, his family trying to flee Syria. It is heartbreaking and sad and there is a call for North America to do more to help.
On leaving the salon, I noticed a man selling bags of corn from his pickup truck. He must have been a farmer. So I bought a bag of 13 for $5. They are sweet, delicious, large white corn cobs.







