Bruce Sherman on the Search for Greener Pastures

Reflecting back on my childhood, I can vividly remember tending the family vegetable garden during the often brutally hot Midwestern summers: weeding, watering, and harvesting. I recall countless weekend trips to whichever local farmstand was deemed to have the most exceptional sweet corn at that moment. My father’s relationship with his only sibling was often sparked with competition over finding the best farmstand and the freshest vegetables. Were they to be found by driving the family “tractor...