Driving through Southern California, I stopped at a roadside stand that sold fruit, vegetables, and crafts.
As I went to pay, I noticed the young woman behind the counter was painting a sign.
"Why the new sign?" I asked.
"My boyfriend didn't approve of the old one," she said.
When I glanced at what hung above the counter, I understood. It declared,
"Local Honey, Dates, Nuts."
