There is a fabulous article in the NYT today about urban farmers.
Over the past several days I’ve been getting phone calls from a family of Spanish speaking individuals who seem very disappointed that the person they’re looking for isn’t answering the phone. The reason I say family is because they’ve passed the phone around and I hear different voices speaking to me, which doesn’t change the fact that I don’t speak Spanish and cannot help them. I’m sorry they have the wrong number but I’m perplexed at why they keep talking to me when clearly I don’t understand. I eventually have to hang-up, after very politely saying again that I’m sorry and they have the wrong number and that I’m hanging up now.