Column by Hal Walter
Organic food – September 2003 – Colorado Central Magazine
AS A YOUNG TYKE, probably not yet five, I lived in a trailer court in Richmond, Virginia. Behind our trailer, which had a front end shaped like Wilma Flintstone’s hairdo, flowed a creek I suppose was really just a large ditch, perhaps four or five feet wide and two or three feet deep. A very steep hill of maybe 35 yards ran directly down to the ditch, with just the slightest rise before the water.