OWS

Farm to table can really strike a chord. Connects us to our collective past... to something we're missing. Maybe to a time when food felt simpler, when life felt simpler. The farmers on the field before dawn... planting, tending, raising animals, growing produce. A truck driver loading up a haul and heading down a dusty highway to the next stop on the journey. Assembly line at the processing plant, grocery store shop, farmer's market tent, chef's cutting board... there's a whole lot of work along that road. Hard back breaking work. Sometimes dangerous, often thankless...

Remember America like it used to be family, faith, community, hard work, respect for your elders, respect for yourself. Go to work in the morning, no complaints. People built things, fixed things, took pride in their craft. Friends, family, neighbors... one and the same. Backyard barbeques on Saturday, church on Sunday, back to work on Monday. And when you had a dream, you'd chase it. The thing about these immigrants coming into our country today, well, that's their America too. Maybe the good old days are back... Welcome.