So, I was out for a rollerski...

On the way out I passed a herd of cows. One cow turned its head to look at me. Then the entire herd turned their heads to look at me. I was strangely uncomfortable with my field full of spectators as I skied along. On the way back I passed the same herd of cows. One cow bolted at the sound of my poles. Then the entire herd bolted away from me. I preferred it to having them stare at me.

Between cow encounters I ran into a mini propaganda movement against alcohol. (Hosted, I'm guessing by the concentration of signs, by the cute little church on the corner.) Cardboard signs were posted saying things in marker and spray paint like:

"HURRICANE KIDS AGAINST ALCOHOL"

"BE SMART, DON'T START"

"YOU BOOZE, YOU LOOSE" (I know, dad, there's other people out there besides me who don't know the difference between "lose" and "loose.")

"ALCOHOL IS A DRUG"

Okay, I can tell you about pear orchards or the terroir of vineyards but I don't know the first thing about tobacco. I am fairly certain that some of the "ALCOHOL IS A DRUG" signs were posted on the drive into a tobacco field. And the barns on which some of the other signs were posted had tobacco leaves hanging from the eaves to dry. Maybe I'm completely out of line here, but isn't it strange to be bashing alcohol while growing tobacco? "DON'T DRINK. SMOKE."

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