I remember when I was a kid, I’d be at my friends farm and we would go out into the field and pick the corn, load it into the back of a pickup truck. My friends dad would drive it down to the highway and we would sit there and sell it to whoever stopped for 25 cents a dozen, if I remember correctly. We were told to make sure they take a bakers dozen too, just incase they get a bad ear of corn.
That was the best corn, fresh out of the field and on the dinner table. 
Boy, I feel old now. That was over 35 years ago.
I better take my Geritol and go to bed. 
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Blessings to all
Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the LORD,
thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.
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