b'For many years, that is exactly who he was: an entrepreneur, a businessman. he did not cultivate, tend to or care for a garden of any kind.it was almost four decades later that upon his retirement, whilst his body was still able, he fell in love with farming once again. Well, maybe farming is too big a word, since the piece of land in question was a small plot of about 20 feet by 20 feet, but under his expert hand, it was transformed into an urban terrestrial paradise, exploding with the most delicious bounty, from tomatoes to zucchini to onions, from garlic to basil. the man was unstoppable.i came to think of my father when i was in Seattle at the p-patch community gardens. it was as if i had stumbled into the domain of dozens of people as passionate and prolific as my dad was. For a moment, i thought of him and his fabulous zucchini. he proudly held them up for me to see once. i did not really understand it then, but there is something primal and enormously satisfying about being able to grow from our earth such a bounty of foodreal food, truly organic and grown the way it was supposed to be. the more i age, the more i come to understand my father. at times he seems to be everywhere i look. i am sure right now he has a big plot in the sky where he is growing all of his favorite vegetables, and i am sure he is holding some great dinner parties, too. You could never keep that man out of the kitchen!62'