My nine-year-old daughter calls getting out of school “getting loose.” Like she’s Andy Dufresne, crawling through a sewage pipe under the Shawshank State Prison. Like a bonobo that scaled a fence at the zoo.
“There is nothing better than picking up sun-warmed tomatoes and smelling them, feeling them and scrutinizing their shiny skins for imperfections, dreaming of ways to serve them.”