When I was a kid, no matter where we lived, my Dad would plant a small vegetable garden. Japan, Philippines, Montana, New York...there was always a little patch of at least tomato plants on our patio or backyard. I love tomatoes and I love that my Dad tried to be a gardener no matter where we lived and no matter how long we lived there. We lived a very transient life growing up. Life in the military is tough. This year, we have the best tomatoes we have ever had and all I can wish is that my Dad could see them and be able to make him a tomato sandwich. He would like that.
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