Chatcamzap. She’s really built , I thought looking back at the apples. “Twenty-five cents each. ” She moved the basket of apples closer to me. “ I’ll take two of them,” I said and thought how inexpensive they were compared to where I shopped, then looked around and saw the red barn about fifty yards in back of her and over to the left, not far from the edge of the road, a white farmhouse with a wraparound front porch.
A green pickup truck was parked next to a tree and then I noticed a small sign, “Maggie’s Farm,” and couldn’t help but think of the words from the Bob Dylan song about not working on Maggie’s farm no more then asked, “Is this your farm?” “ Kind of. Chatcamzap.