Friend, and MT reader, Hank Tusinski sent a story that he thought might be a nice addition to our carrot
musings of the other day. He warns that he was in a feverish haze when he remembered this, so it may or may not be true. But if it's not, it should be.
I recall a Ripley's Believe it or Not, about a couple who got into a spat in a town near where we grew up, and she took off her wedding ring and threw it into the field behind their house. When the remorse set in, and they went hunting for it, of course it was nowhere to be found. Then, however many years later, but many, she pulled a carrot - yes, a carrot - out of the ground, to find it had grown into the ring. How sweet and poetic is that?!? And yes, I wonder if they gold plated the carrot and memorialized it, or simply grated it and ate it....
Hank, ever the gleaner, searched the web for this story, to no avail. But he did come
close.
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