Andy's was crowded today. I was the third car in the u-shaped driveway, and barely squeaked my back bumper out of the street, behind a Lexus. Thank god for an excellent turning radius on my Saab.

Andy's going deaf, so we customers joked among ourselves about Andy getting "too much business." I waited my turn then nabbed 4 tomatoes, 6 ears of corn, and his first yellow squash of the year. I love summer squash. Steve deals with it, but it's not his fave. That'll be dinner while he's away on business.

The cool thing is that his daughter was there helping Andy out at his stand. I didn't ask her name, nor did I say what my name is. Andy did all the accounting on his scale and adding machine, like he always does, then his daughter shot through the side door to the shack. I was just waiting for my change. His daughter's a fucking hoot--she's got a New Jersey sized personality.