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My Father used to make some amazing pickles.

Best I ever had.

That’s not hype.

That’s no joke.

That’s the truth.

They were crisp….really crisp….and really “dilly”.

He grew his own cucumbers and we usually had a couple of cases of dill pickles in the closet after gardening season was over.

I was thinking about pickles for some reason this morning before I got up.

I was thinking about how, no matter what your situation or circumstance, how important it is to have things that you do that make you feel good about what you’re contributing to the world.

A pickle is a pretty mundane thing.

A really unusually fantastic and memorable pickle is different.

Make great pickles.


About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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