Yesterday I went to Wallymart and in the canned fruit aisle heard a little old man telling his equally petite wife that consumers were getting gypped--food producers were making cans smaller, and spaghetti sauce jars held 2 ounces less than they used too, yet the price had gone up. I told him I saw that on Dateline several years ago. The contents of cans and jars is shrinking.

Well, Mr. Cohen, 90 years old, and his wife and I got into a conversation, and voila! Here were kindred spirits. How refreshing, how satisfying to talk to people who hold the same views on things. I surely was their child given up for adoption and finally found each other.

We all agree on ZPG, religion or lack of rather, politics, everything. We exchanged addresses, but they don't have a phone--by choice-- except a cell phone for emergencies. They have lived a life not of penury, but deliberate attempts at leaving a minimal carbon footprint. I like these people, who moved here from up north to avoid having to contend with snow and harsh winters. I'm writing them a note today.
susil