He isn't Santa Claus, but he does make toys in his barn every year at this time for disadvantaged children in Indianapolis. Here is a picture of one of the rocking horses he made two years ago.
I am talking of course about the Harvester of Peppers: My Dad.
This month I received in the mail my share of the harvest, thirty or so plump, green, spicy Italian peppers nurtured in the garden behind the house back on Indianola Avenue.
Carefully I strung them up and hung them in front of a window in our sunroom on Pine Street in San Francisco.
Serendipitously today they are ready to fry.
Cyndi is on her way to Houston to visit with the Texas Barcios. Our best wishes and sincerest thanks go out to all of them, and to all of our friends around the world this year.
Thank you for being in our lives.
If you ever get the mind to re-enact On The Road, don't forget to remember we have two extra rooms out here ready to crash in for some wild times in Frisco.
Happy Thanksgiving. We hope to see you soon.
--Phillip, Audrey and Elijah
