that I would instead try the much-touted OG 'bug juice' insect control if that became necessary. Each time that summer that Mike sprayed he would yell over, "Are you ready to spray?" I kept declining because the bugs never came. What did come were hungry friends who couldn't seem to get over the great taste of that garden's bounty. "What variety is that carrot?" they would say. I was several times accused of playing with the truth when I responded that the 'variety' was simply a 5-cent pack of seeds I had bought at the drug store on sale. Another thing that came were customer raves when my wife started taking the veggie overflow to the office building where she worked. Soon each office was begging her to see them first. Finally, the customers started looking out the windows to see when my wife arrived so they could run down the stairs to buy ALL the produce before she could get in the building. Yes, that 50' x 150' patch, whose soil had been built up so lovingly by a previous owner, brought us many spare-time dollars even as it provided abundant bounty for our table. In 1987 I bought 16 acres that had been chemically farmed. The very first vegetables were tasteless. The crop the following year was again tasteless and the insects were again having a field day---spittle bugs, caterpillars, every pest known to man seemed to be after those almost bitter turnips, radishes, and other plants. It