Peas from the garden and the memory of a Magic Man

Photo by Derek Sutton on Unsplash

This is the time of year when my friend John used to call or write to me, saying that the peas in his New Hampshire garden were ready for the picking. I was living in Massachusetts, then, outside of Boston, and so the drive to his place was not long. I would hop in the car as soon as I could to go up the highway, and the…